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joekeeryswife · 4 months

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arranged marriage 1 - f.c

hey honeys! i hope you enjoyed my last imagine. writing for Felix legit has me in a chokehold. dickhead!felix (im sorry!) mean reader at the start then she turns sweet, i also suck at endings so please ignore how bad it is and the spelling mistakes lol.

anyways, here’s another angst to fluff imagine, Felix is 22 and reader is 20! enjoy reading 🩰

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“mum seriously? Felix? as in the only person i absolutely hate with a passion Felix?” your mum rolled her eyes at your outburst. it wasn’t a shock to her that you were mad, you and Felix had grown up together but for some reason the two of you never got along. your parents had grown up together and had obviously been planning this for some time.

“i’m sorry sweetheart but yes, it will be good for the two of you to finally get along, he is a really sweet boy you know” you huffed “we could get along without getting married? i mean, i’m only 20 years old. i have my whole life ahead of me to get married” you ran a hand through your hair.

“why do i not get a say in this? shouldn’t i be able to say yes or no to this?” you were frustrated, you hated Felix. and no marriage certificate was ever going to change that. “stop being silly y/n. Elspeth is so excited to have you as a daughter in law, she loves you” your mum tried to end it there but you were not giving up.

“dad please tell her she is being irrational, there is no way you have agreed to this as well” you looked over at your dad “i’m sorry honey but i have agreed and so has the Catton family. you have no idea how good this would be for us, you will be bringing two very strong bloodlines together” you wanted to scream.

marrying Felix was the worst possible thing to probably ever happen in your life. Felix was an asshole to you, rude, snobby and ignorant. he thought he was this incredible man but in reality he was just a bastard, and you would be marrying him? you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you.

“i’m sure the two of you will get along just fine, you’re being a little dramatic honey. you’re going to have a beautiful dress, a beautiful ceremony, it’ll be amazing. and Felix is a very a handsome boy and you are a gorgeous girl, your kids will be absolutely perfect” you choked on your saliva

“kids? mum are you joking? i’m begging you, please don’t force me to marry him, my life will be a misery” your mum shook her head. “enough. this is final. you will marry Felix, end of story” your dad said making you and your mum look at him. you did not ever think that you would be in an arranged marriage with Felix Catton.

“now, get ready darling, we are going to saltburn to celebrate” this was going to be hell.

-♡-

“Felix darling, will you come here for a moment please?” Felix heard his mother call out as he walked past the living room. he saw his mum and dad sat on the sofa next to each other with huge smiles on their faces. he walked into the living room and sat on the sofa opposite the two of them “should i be worried?” he said jokingly, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

“no of course not” his mum laughed. “we have some news for you which you may not like the sound of at first, but, i think the idea will grow on you” his dad said, excitement filling his voice.

“we have been speaking to y/n’s parents” Felix rolled his eyes at the mention of your name. “and we have all collectively decided that it’s time for the two of you to finally know that you will be getting married” Elspeth squealed in excitement.

his jaw dropped “isn’t that amazing? oh god it’s so nice for the secret to finally be out” his father seemed just as ecstatic as his mother.

“you are joking right?” his mothers smile faltered “no, it’s not, you two are getting married. oh i am so thrilled Felix, we have been planning this for ages and now that you both know i think it’s really set it in stone.” he shook his head at her.

“no, absolutely not. i’m sorry but there is no way in hell that i am marrying y/n” he shook his head and laughed. “this is bullshit, we fucking hate each other, why the fuck would you two even think that is a good idea?” he felt sick. “Felix, don’t use that type of language please” Elspeth said.

“mum, she’s a bitch. you really think i want to marry her?” James shook his head “she is a lovely girl. it’ll be good for us Felix. and it will be nice for you two to get along” Felix scoffed at his father. “you guys can plan this as much as you want, but i am not marrying that girl. i am 22 years old and i am old enough to make my own decisions, no is no”

“you will be, sorry Felix but it’s already started to be planned. the two of you will be getting married so you best start to try and get along. you guys will be moving into a lovely house after your honeymoon, you two will be fine” Elspeth said, her voice stern.

“now, since you know the news, go get ready. we are having a huge party to celebrate your engagement” he scoffed and walked away from his parents. this was going to be a long night.

-♡-

your mother had already picked out your engagement party dress and to be honest she did a good job of picking it. the dress wasn’t too over the top which you were grateful for. this whole idea of getting married to someone you hated was a lot of getting used too. you didn’t even have a ring yet which you knew would make it feel more real.

when you envisioned yourself your life you didn’t expect to get married for a few more years, and you would be getting married to someone you actually loved. you never thought your parents would force you to get married to anyone, let alone Felix. “are you excited for the party?” your mum said pulling you out of your thoughts.

you gave her a tight lipped smile and nodded “look, i know it’s not what you wanted but we wouldn’t do it if we didn’t think it would work out. you and Felix will love each other in no time. i think when you two spend time together you will start to really like him” she grabbed ahold of your hand.

you were honestly willing to try the marriage thing for the sake of your parents, Felix was nice to everyone but you and you wanted to find out why. “oh, we invited practically everyone we know so be prepared to show fake smiles” she added as you stopped outside of Saltburn. knowing that you had to be lovey dovey with Felix made you anxious, it’s not like it was going to be easy when the two of you despised each other.

“right, let’s get this over with” you said as you exited the car, your mum scoffed “don’t speak like that y/n, you will enjoy yourself” she said as she linked her arm with your fathers. you followed behind the two of them and looked around the front garden of Saltburn, it had been covered in all different types of gold decorations.

Duncan the butler was waiting for you all at the front of the house, even though it was a party his face was still nonchalant. “theyre all waiting for you in the back garden, guests have already began to arrive.” your mother and father thanked him and made their way inside “not even going to break a smile for me, this is a party after all” you joked “enjoy the party y/n” he said making you laugh and brush past him. there was no breaking Duncan.

you made your way to the back garden which was just like the front, covered in gold decorations with guests slowly filling every section dressed in their party attire. you spotted Elspeth, James and Felix with your parents and you knew you would have to go over there. you put on your best brave faces d made your way over there.

Felix looked miserable as he stood next to his mother his eyes fixated on the grass. he hated the thought of you, he hated the thought of the two of you getting married even more. “aww there is the beautiful bride to be” he heard his mother say which made him look up from the ground.

now, even though you and Felix hated each other, there was no way he’d lie and say you weren’t beautiful because you were. you were one of the most beautiful people he had ever met. but that didn’t change the fact that he thought you were the most annoying person he’d ever met.

“gosh you look gorgeous” Elspeth said as you finally stood next to your parents. she pulled you into a hug and kissed your cheek. “now that you are here we can talk to you both. we know that the two of you don’t get along but we are very happy that you are going along with the arrangement. we promise you both that it will be all worth it in the end” James spoke quietly but loud enough for you all to hear. they obviously didn’t want people knowing that it was an arranged marriage.

“we will see about that dad, this is the worst day of my life” Felix said shaking his head. hearing him say that hurt you a little bit and you didn’t know why. you didn’t show the hurt on your face and you were quick with a comeback “likewise, i’d rather drown in bleach then have to marry you but here we are”

“why don’t the two of you go talk to one another about it? it might be good for you two to have an actual conversation instead of arguing all the time. go to the library, there isn’t anybody in there” Elspeth said looking between the two of you. “oh and if you see any guests and they congratulate you, please act like the two of you love each other” she added as the two of you started, asking your way to the library.

the walk to the library was silent until one of the Henry’s and his wife stopped the two of you “there is the happy couple. we have been waiting for the two of you to get together since you were young. you look gorgeous together” Henry’s wife said. your sour expression was quickly forgotten and you tried your best to show you were happy by putting the fake smile on your face.

you felt Felix’s arm go around your waist. “thank you, it didn’t take too much convincing” you said as convincing as possible. “let me see your ring dear, it must be beautiful” your eyes widened, you did not think about that at all. “it’s at the jewellers, i accidentally got the wrong size so we need to get her a temporary ring until her real one comes back” Felix was quick with his answer.

“how did you propose Felix? was it romantic?” you both nodded “very, we were on a couples holiday. we went for dinner and then we went for a walk along the beach and i just got down on one knee when i felt like the time was right” how was he so quick with these answers?

“wow, that is truly romantic. anyways, we don’t want to keep you guys for any longer. congratulations you two” with that the two of them walked toward the garden. “how the fuck did you come up with that so quickly?” you said as you both also continued walking. “dunno, i just made it up” his voice was flat and his arm dropped from your waist.

the two of you reached the library and Felix closed the door behind him. you sat on the sofa and he sat next to you awkwardly “so, how are you feeling about this situation then?” you spoke trying to stop the awkwardness. “how do you think? i’m being forced to marry a girl who i despise” he scratched the back of his neck.

“well, i’m not ecstatic about it either but, we have to do it. we just need to try and be nice to one another and i think it could work out. it’s gonna be awkward but-” he cut you off quickly “do you really think i’m gonna try work this out? with you? you must be out of your mind” he started, you didn’t like where this was going at all.

“you are the most annoying person i’ve ever met, you do realise this marriage is just to make our parents look good? there is no way i will try work this out with you. i will never like you, i will never love you. you’re just going to be a person i’m being forced to live with” you looked at him “you are unlovable. no one will ever fall in love with you, you are that frustrating. your parents probably agreed to this marriage because they know no one else will fall in love with you” his tone was harsh. hearing him say that broke you.

you could feel your eyes filling with tears which you tried to conceal as best you could but it was no use. even though you hated him his words cut deep. “that’s a really fucked up thing to say” you shook your head and got up to walk away, slamming the library door as you walked to the nearest bathroom. you could feel your chin quiver as you sniffled, trying your best to keep your tears at bay.

Felix knew that was a low blow, and he regretted his choice of words as soon as they left his mouth. he was left in the huge library, the deafening silence making him feel even worse for how he spoke to you. the two of you always threw insults at each other but nothing like that, ever.

he could tell that you were trying to make the best out of a shitty situation and he had to ruin it by overstepping the mark. he knew that he was going to have to apologise to you because he did, that time, take it too far. he spotted Theo, another butler stood at the end of the hallway. “did you see where she went?” he asked him as he shoved one of his hands in his pocket.

“she walked into the bathroom down that way sir” Theo pointed in the direction you had gone, he nodded “thanks” he started making his way to the bathroom and once he was outside the door he could hear your quiet sobs. he didn’t know what to do, he didn’t think the person he was about to comfort would be you let alone for something he said.

he knocked on the door gently, he heard your sobs stop. “who is it?” you called out, trying your best to hide the waver in your voice. “can i come in?” he questioned. he was stood outside the door for a couple of minutes before he heard you unlock the door. he walked into the bathroom and saw you sat on the floor next to the door.

he cautiously sat down next to you, not knowing how you were going to react. “look, i’m sorry for what i said. that took it too far and i am truly sorry. i’m just stressed about the situation and i took it out on you and i shouldn’t have done that” you just nodded and looked down at your lap.

he sighed, he knew that both of you would have to figure out a plan. the two of you were getting married which seemed scary to both of you and if you went through with it with out a plan it would just crumble. he spoke “so” you looked up from your lap to look at him “we need a plan” you nodded again. “how do you wanna do this?”

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alessiasfreckles · 2 months

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14 leah plsss xoxoxo

the ways i love you - leah williamson x reader

14. A kiss to the stomach

warnings: negative body image

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You sighed, looking at yourself in the mirror. You had bought a new bikini for your holiday with Leah, wanting something cute to wear at the pool or on the beach.

You loved Leah with all your heart, but sometimes dating a professional footballer was hard. Especially when you were very much not a professional footballer and enjoyed chocolate a little more than you should. She was incredibly attractive, and her body was just amazing, but occasionally you'd catch yourself comparing your bodies, which you knew wasn't fair.

She would tell you that as well - that it was unfair and unrealistic to expect your body to look like that of a professional athlete, and that she loved the way your body looked, not just because it was gorgeous, stunning, sexy, but because it was your body.

Still, you'd catch yourself frowning when you saw your reflection, especially next to hers, and lately you'd been having to make an extremely conscious effort to not talk or think negatively about your body.

You turned, looking at yourself from the side in the mirror. You knew, logically, that most girls and afab people carried some fat on their stomach. That it wasn't anything unusual, or anything to be ashamed of. You poked your stomach with a grimace, watching it in the reflection.

Leah's voice echoed in your head, telling you how beautiful you were, and you rolled your eyes. As if she could read your mind, Leah poked her head around the bedroom door.

"Woah, look at you!" she said when she saw what you were wearing, whistling appreciatively. "Baby, you look fantastic! Is that a new bikini?"

You covered your stomach with your arms self-consciously, shrugging. "Yeah, I got it for our holiday. But I don't know, I might return it."

"What, why?" she asked, walking over to you and stopping a few feet away to look you up and down again. Her eyes lingered on your chest and legs, pausing at your arms covering your stomach.

You shrugged again. "I just, I feel too, I dunno, exposed? I don't think this is the right kind of thing for my body."

"I think it's exactly the right kind of thing for your body," Leah said firmly, then hesitated. "Can... Can I do something?"

You squinted at her suspiciously. "What?"

"Can you lie down on the bed for me? I just want to see if I can help make you feel better," she explained. When you raised an eyebrow her cheeks pinkened slightly. "Not sex! I mean, I'm happy to make you feel better that way, too, but that's not what I had in mind."

"Uh-huh," you said, smirking at her, but you got on the bed anyway, lying down.

"Can you close your eyes for me?" she asked. "If you want me to stop, just say, okay?"

You nodded, eyes closed, and felt Leah climb onto the bed, near your legs. You jumped when her hands brushed your calves and thighs, stroking them, massaging them.

"I love your legs," she started. "I love your legs because they're beautiful and they're yours, but I also love them because they're strong. They let you walk, run, swim. They're powerful. They help hold you up."

She placed kisses up and down each leg gently, the soft touch making your heart swell with love. Then she moved to your arms, straddling you to reach both easily. You grinned as she straddled you, and you could feel her laughing above you.

"This is not sexual, remember? Not yet at least," she said, and you could hear the smirk in her voice. She touched each arm, in a similar fashion to how she'd touched your legs, caressing them gently. "Anyway, where was I? Oh, your arms, and your hands. I love your arms. I love how soft your skin is, the dimple by your elbows. I love them because they let you hold my hand, they let you hug me, they let you do all sorts of things to me. Your arms are strong, like your legs, they're powerful and beautiful."

Your throat felt tight, like you were going to cry. Leah kissed your arms, making her way from your shoulders to your wrists.

"Your hands are so perfect. They fit in mine like we were made for each other, like two puzzle pieces linking together. Your hands do so many amazing things," she continued, and kissed each fingertip, then the palms of your hands.

You felt her body weight shift as she moved down, sitting on your thighs. You tensed as her hands came to rest on your stomach, aware of every movement she made, everywhere her hands touched.

"I love your stomach. I love how it looks, I love that it's soft, it's so beautiful and attractive. I love that if i touch it a certain way, like this, it makes your stomach feel like it's flipping and it makes you giggle," she said, brushing her hand over your stomach to prove her point, making you jump and smile when your stomach flipped. "I love that it lets you eat yummy food, that it makes so many noises at night when we're going to sleep, that one day our baby will be in there."

You felt a tear leak out of your closed eyes as she pressed kisses to your stomach, gently, as if she was worried about breaking you. Sniffling a little, you opened your eyes when you felt her move off you, coming closer to you.

"Oh, I didn't mean to make you cry," she said, wiping away your tears with the back of her hand.

"No, no, it's okay," you shook your head. "They're good tears."

"Oh, phew! I was worried," she smiled, stroking your cheek softly. "I love you. I love all of you, all of your body, all of your brain, so so much."

"I love you, too," you said, and she leant forward, kissing you, her lips soft against yours.

"And, I really do like this bikini," she said as she pulled back. She winked and reached down to the string on the side of the bikini, pulling it open. "It really does look amazing on you. But... I think it'd look even better off."

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notafunkiller · 1 year

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false god

Summary: On the night of your movie premiere, you and director Bucky finally get closer.

Pairing: director!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap (r is 24, Bucky is 35), teasing, dirty talk, pet names, fingering, nipples play, oral sex (the reader receiving), clit play, come eating, metal arm kink, no condom (but they are both clean and the reader is on birth control), alcohol (but neither is even tipsy), aftercare, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 8.7K

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A/N: Bucky's look is obviously inspired by Sebastian's appearance at the Sharper premiere in London. The dark prince vibes and that hair... ahhh!

An extra thank you to @marvelouslizzie and @lavenderhaze967 for being my beta readers and for the endless support.

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

It wasn’t your intention to interrupt him at first, but he was going to notice you anyway and you didn’t want him to think you are actively ignoring him. Because you obviously aren’t. How could you?

“Hi.”

Your voice is really low, but he hears you nonetheless, stopping mid-sentence when he turns his head and sees you so close. “Hey.”

Not only do his eyes get bigger, but there’s also a huge smile that spreads all over his face as he leans in to give you a quick hug. And you clearly aren’t prepared for physical contact at all, especially for the cheek kiss that follows the embrace.

“It’s so nice to see you.”

“Nice to see you, too!” His strong perfume hits you, and you hope the camera doesn’t catch your red face as you both pull back.

“You look amazing!” He’s not even attempting to hide the fact he checks you out. His eyes try not to linger too much on your chest, hips, or legs since the slit of the dress exposes a little bit of skin. The last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable and think he’s a creep.

But you are too busy staring at him to notice. He doesn’t wear a simple suit. No, he went for a freaking villain...ish look that drives you crazy. It’s an all-black outfit: from the Prada blouse he wears under his suit, to his gloves, elegant coat, and Chelsea boots. And that hair? That hairstyle looks absolutely fantastic on him.

“I love this so much!” You say with a grin while gesturing to his body.

He bites his lip shily. “Oh my god… Thank you.”

You turn your head to the woman who is supposed to interview him and whisper a “Sorry”, but she doesn’t seem to mind at all. She watches your interaction with a genuinely warm smile on her face.

Bucky, though? He unexpectedly takes two steps toward you, and you see the camera move to catch you both. “Look, guys,” he points out his index finger in your direction. “She’s the one that gave life to this project, the one you should watch it for. Her performance is unbelievable! No one could have done it better.”

If you think you were blushing visibly until now, you’re wrong. Your cheeks get so hot that you have to refrain with all you have from touching them.

“This means so much.” You give him a quick, thankful look before shifting to the camera. “This man,” It’s your turn to point out to him. “...is incredible. His past projects and now False God… Everything he makes is golden. I am very thankful he believed in me and gave me a shot. He’s the best director I have ever worked with, and I really hope you’ll enjoy this movie.”

He thanks you with a tilt of his head and his folded hands, very grateful for your words, and you have to wave goodbye when your first interviewer calls your name.

Bucky shakes his head. “So where were we?”

The rest of the red-carpet interviews go well, with Bucky keeping an eye on you from distance, fully aware of how nervous you must feel since it’s your first premiere as the lead actress. But you mask it perfectly, making jokes and complimenting people now and then. And everyone loves you.

But the introduction in the theater makes you sweaty as Bucky presents you with an encouraging smile. You are the last one and the journalists are already recording. You pray you’ll not make a fool of yourself in front of everyone and fall while climbing the stairs. Thankfully, you don’t, and Bucky tries not to laugh when he sees you breathing out in relief. You watch him place the card he was holding in the pocket of his coat before raising his microphone to speak for a bit about the experience of directing and co-writing, about the cast, the messages, and how thankful he is to his loyal audience, but also the one that will form after this film. You can’t lie and say you’re listening to his speech entirely since you’re often distracted by some hair strands or his beard… His smile is a killer, too. You try to focus as much as you can, though, and when it’s your castmates’ turn, you actively nod and smile. When they pass the mic to you, you try to be as honest and professional as you can, thanking everyone for being there, supporting you, and believing in you. Of course, you praise Bucky extra much. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be standing here, and you’ve learned so many things from him. He’s such a wonderful and understanding director, always informed and always looking to improve himself and adapt.

But sometimes you wish you didn’t work with him… simply because in your delusional mind, maybe you’d stand a chance.

You don’t know why you chose to stay at the after-party. It’s not like you have your friends or family with you since you’re out of the country, and you haven’t had much contact with even half of these people. But maybe it’s an opportunity to get out of your comfort zone and make some new connections. Plus, you can freely observe Bucky outside the workplace.

Some journalists and photographers are still here, but he seems more relaxed. He enjoys having a chat and taking pics with a few actors he worked with in the past, and after he’s done, he invites you and the rest of the cast to join him.

The photographer is very friendly as she tries to arrange you, and you end up in the middle, right next to him.

You gasp when you feel his arm wrapping around your waist so that he doesn’t cover your dress with his coat.

Fuck… He makes focusing so hard.

You don’t know when you developed this crush, to be honest. You worked with him for more than five months, almost every day and everything was professional, sometimes friendly. But nothing more. He’s never even jokingly flirted with you or anyone else on set. He’s not a creep. He’s a really cool —single— guy and it’s so easy to forget how who he is.

You don’t even realize that you’re frowning until you feel Bucky’s fingers tickling you over the dress, making you burst into giggles.

Without thinking twice, you sneak your arm under his coat and return the gesture. He doesn’t chuckle as you did, but he smirks. And that smirk is so charming and sensual you feel like you won a prestigious award.

The photographer approves immediately, giving you a thumbs up, and after a few minutes, you finish. But Bucky makes you all stay in the same position as he takes his phone out of his pocket. He gives it to Steve after he opens the camera and returns next to you.

Unexpectedly, you feel him leaning in as he lets his hand rest on your back. “Should I tickle you again to get that gorgeous smile on camera, doll?”

And just like that, you’re left red and speechless by James Bucky Barnes.

Your sister’s reaction to the selfie makes you smile. She didn’t waste any time and commented on how you got lucky enough to take a photo with the dark prince of the film industry. Such a perfect nickname based on how he looks tonight.

“You’ve changed.” You jump when you hear the dark prince himself right in your ear all of a sudden. You lock your screen and turn to look at him.

“W-what?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to catch you off guard. I meant your dress.” You nod in response and immediately remark he’s no longer wearing his coat. That suit looks so, so good up close. But he still has his gloves on, which makes you sad.

You read a little about his metal arm before your audition and you’ve noticed he always had his hands covered on set, so you assume he’s not quite comfortable showing it in public. You only saw it in a few pictures taken by paps in New York, at a restaurant, around two years ago. “May I sit down?”

“Of course.” You clear your throat and look at the table in front of you. He brought two glasses of wine with him. “Is that for me?”

He gives you a teasing smirk before taking a sip. “There’s no one else sitting here, is there?”

“I didn’t want to assume. Thank you.” You smile shily, ignoring his playful rhetorical question, and follow his example, raising the glass to your lips. Surprisingly, it tastes better than you expected, but you don’t drink more. You didn’t eat almost anything tonight and the last thing you want is to feel sick.

“You’re welcome, I thought you’d like this.”

“I do.” You look him in the eyes as you speak. “Very thoughtful of you.”

If Bucky senses your nervousness, which is probably very obvious, he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he keeps glancing at you in a way that makes you think he wants you to keep talking. But you don’t. He caught you off guard coming here and offering you wine. It’s a nice gesture: him wanting to check on you and chit-chat a bit, but you don’t know how you’re supposed to act. Especially when you have this consuming urge to touch the strands of his hair that keep returning to his face despite Bucky’s many attempts to keep them still, tucked behind his ears.

“It’s not as good as Natasha’s, but that’s all they have here.” You smile, remembering the day on set when you finished filming a super draining emotional scene after a couple of hours, and Natasha came to take you home. It was the second time she met Bucky, and she offered to take you, him, and the very few members that could come to a small pub, after seeing your exhausted faces. You had dinner and the best wine you have ever tasted. And it was so cheap!

“I didn’t expect it to be.” You straighten your back.

“How comes she left you alone?”

“Well, she has a full week at the agency, she wasn’t even supposed to be here.” But she came anyway because you’re more than her client. She became one of your closest friends shortly after she discovered you at the acting camp. And she’s been with you through every rejection, every small part you got, and now this.

“What about your family? I expected to see them here, I know they were excited. Is everyone okay?”

You smile, raising and shaking your phone a little before putting it in your pocket. “I was actually talking to my sister when you came. They’re all good, thank you for asking.”

“Oh, I’m sorry for interrupting.” His wrinkles make him look extra attractive when he raises his eyebrows, frowns, or smiles. You noticed that on set… But in this context? So close? It’s even more challenging for you to keep a neutral face.

“No, no. I am actually glad you came to me, I was planning to leave in a few minutes since it’s late, but I really wanted to thank you for your words today and overall, for the opportunity.” Your voice is shaking, full of emotion, and he immediately leans in, invading your personal space, and reaches for your hands.

Fuck... He’s touching you! He’s actually touching you.

“Don’t ever thank people for something you’ve earned and deserve.” His voice is so gentle and low, making the words hit you even harder. “Alright, doll?”

You nod, breathless, but he doesn’t accept it, squeezing your hand to get your attention. He wants to hear you say it out loud.

“Alright.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise you.”

With a playful smirk on his face, he lets go of your hands slowly and pulls back. “Good girl.”

And right at that moment, you want to screw everything and go for it… You are so worked up and tired of refraining from even thinking about it, that you don’t care how scandalous it would be if you jumped to kiss him right there. At least, you’d satisfy this need. For once…

You sigh, mortified. Even if you had the courage to do it, you don’t even know if he likes you like this. He’s been friendly and trying to make you comfortable tonight, and your mind went in another direction.

He probably had so many people in the industry hitting on him, but he was never photographed with them. You don’t know if it’s his personal ‘policy’ or if he is just discreet, and you shouldn’t think about it. But you do, it’s impossible not to.

You need to leave before you’ll start actually indulging yourself in this… fantasy.

You smile, raising from the couch. “Thank you for the wine. It was a wonderful night, but it’s getting way too late.”

And as soon as you finish the phrase, he’s up too, arranging his suit jacket. “You’re right. It’s really late.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing you in New York.”

“Me too. At least we’ll be home.” His expression shows how fond he is of the city, and it warms you up. “I already miss it and I’ve been gone for one day.”

You gasp. “You arrived yesterday?”

“Nope, I wish. I landed last night because I had to take care of some additional stuff.”

You’ve been here for two days and you could barely sleep. You can’t imagine how tired he is and you really admire him for not turning down any interview today, but you guess he’s experienced this before.

“Wow, what are you doing still standing here?” You ask jokingly and he looks you straight in the eyes.

“Maybe I was just waiting for you to decide to head out so we can leave together.”

And, of course, you’re taken aback for a few seconds, trying to decide how to answer him. Since he’s in a good mood, you place your hand right over your heart and playfully say:

“Aww, you’re offering to take me to my hotel, Mr. Barnes? You’re so thoughtful.”

“I do actually.” He replies and takes a few steps until he’s by your side. “Sharon is driving, and since we’re all staying at the same place, I wanted to see if you want to come.”

You mentally slap yourself. He’s just being a nice person while you fantasize about kissing him in front of everyone. And as much as you want to find an excuse, you know it would make no sense. It’d be a short ride, plus you really like Sharon. She’s not only a great writer but also a great, fun person. Bucky wanted her on set all the time in case she came up with new lines or scenes as she watched you.

You smile. “I’d appreciate that.”

“Perfect, let’s get your coat.”

He insists on carrying your bag all the way to your door after you say your goodbyes to Sharon. Bucky’s room is just one level higher, so there isn’t much of a bother. You can’t help yourself but steal a few glances at him as you walk together. You even catch him looking back at you a couple of times, which makes you childishly happy. You realize your crush is getting even bigger tonight and you don’t know how you’ll put an end to it.

You’re right about to open your door when your stomach starts to ramble, and Bucky almost drops your bag out of laughter.

“Hungry?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. You bite your lip not to groan, then give him an embarrassed smile. “A little.”

“So the fancy appetizers weren’t enough?” You know he’s teasing you by his tone and the playful grin he displays, so you let out a short laugh.

“Nope. I haven’t eaten since lunch.”

You didn’t have time, truth be told, but you’ll eat a great breakfast tomorrow. Now you’re just gonna take a bath and update Nat that you’re going to bed.

Bucky shakes his head disapprovingly. “This is not good for you at all. Your poor stomach should sue you.”

You snort. “I need to find a good lawyer then.”

“Well, if you could eat anything right now, what would it be?”

“Why are you doing this?” You fake complain, trying to match his dramatic vibe. It’s a fun way to end your night.

“Just curious.”

“Burgers and fries. But chicken, not beef.” You say without hesitation and extend your hands so you can take your bag. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re very welcome.” He gives you one of his sweetest smiles ever and you almost melt on the spot. You’re definitely crushing on him even harder now.

You look at him one more time before finally going inside. “Good night, Bucky. See you in New York.”

“Good night, doll.”

But you don’t have to wait two days to see him again. Because a few minutes after you get in bed, just watching random Tik Tok videos, he’s back, whispering your name while knocking on your door.

You literally jump, letting your phone on the nightstand, and arrange your clothes as you move.

You wonder if you forgot anything or maybe something dropped from your bag, but when you checked, everything seemed right in place.

Then why would he be here? Is he okay?

You’re even more surprised to see him leaning against the side of the wall when you open the door. “Hi.”

“Hi.” You wave toward the bag he’s holding with a curious look. “What’s this?”

“Burgers.”

“What?”

“I got us burgers and fries. And soda, of course. May I come in?” He asks so casually as if you’ve done this one thousand times before.

“I…” You’re so overwhelmed by this simple gesture, especially since it’s coming from him, that you don’t know how to react.

“Hey, it’s totally okay if you don’t feel like eating with me, alright? I can just give you your food and-”

You haven’t even realized you are frowning until you saw his worried expression, so you immediately cut him off. You don’t want him to get the wrong idea. “No, no. This is so sweet and unexpected. You… You really didn’t have to, thank you so much.”

“So I can come in?” His grin is so playful and confident again that you find yourself smiling back like a fool.

“Of course.” You step back so he can follow you inside, then you close the door. “Bucky, you have the flight tomorrow, too, right?”

“Yes.” He answers as he lets the bag down on the bed and starts taking his shoes and coat off. You watch him carefully, trying to keep your thoughts as innocent as possible, but it’s very challenging. He’s so hot and cute, and he brought you food despite being tired as fuck.

“Jesus, Bucky.”

“What, doll?”

Not doll again… You’re clearly gonna die tonight. A heart attack caused by this dark prince.

You clear your throat. “You really didn’t have to.”

“Nope, but I wanted to. Plus, you’re not the only one who’s hungry.” He unbuttons his jacket quickly, then rolls up his sleeves a little as you take the food out, placing it on the empty bag you use now as a tablecloth. “You weren’t sleeping, right?”

“No, I was chilling.” You assure him with a smile, waiting for him to join you on the bed. And he does, crossing his legs as he leans in to unwrap his burger.

“Fuck, I’m starving.” His cute, desperate tone makes you chuckle as you watch him smell the food.

He seems so comfortable around you like this, and you don’t think you’ll ever erase this image from your mind. Fuck this man!

“What?”

You giggle again. “You’re about to eat a huge burger all dressed up in Prada.” Sitting on my bed, you want to add, but you keep it to yourself. You don’t want to weird him out in any way.

“At two in the morning, with a gorgeous woman. What can I say? I love my life.”

You don’t know how to answer for a few seconds, but you’re too tempted to match his energy to pass on this opportunity. What can go bad? It’s not like a little flirting will make him think low of you since he started this... And he called you doll. You have every right to play along.

“Maybe I’m the lucky one.”

Bucky raises his eyebrows as soon as you finish your sentence, and you try to hide your smile with a napkin, pretending to clean your mouth.

“W-what?”

Oh my god, his cheeks are getting flushed! You want to congratulate yourself on this. You didn’t expect him to get flattered by a simple phrase, he’s so adorable.

“I said that maybe I’m the lucky one.” You repeat shily while staring at his hands. You notice he took off the glove he was wearing on his right hand. “I mean, I’m eating burgers with this handsome, super amazing guy, who didn’t let me starve.”

When you move your eyes to his face and see that his cheeks are even redder now, you giggle. Until he leans in and steals a few fries from you.

“Hey!” You pretend to be offended. “Give them back.” But before you can take them back, he’s shoving them in his mouth, and you both start laughing.

You spend the next twenty minutes in the same good mood: finishing eating while laughing at some set memories and making a chewing gum balloons contest like two kids before talking a little about your plans.

“You’re sure you can tell me?”

“Unless you’re planning to tell anyone,” You say jokingly. He’s in this industry, it’s not like he’s gonna release the info to the press. And he’s not in any competition with other directors. If there’s something you learned about Bucky super fast is that he’s a really healthy person. His mindset is not to be better than others and this is why he is so good at what he does.

In response, Bucky brings his thumb and forefinger together and moves them in a closing zipper gesture across his mouth.

“Well, to be honest, I don’t know if I’m even gonna make it to the shortlist.” You shrug your shoulders. You know how tough it is. “Nat heard some big names are auditioning, too.”

“Like?”

“Wanda Maximoff, Jennifer Walters… Yelena Belova.”

“Well,” He gives you an encouraging smile. “You had tough competition for False God, too, but you got it, didn’t you?”

You nod, remembering how exciting and scary it was. “But I have to keep my hopes low, you know? Not all directors have your patience or your willingness to take risks.”

It’s the truth. You have no connections and your past projects —if you don’t count this one— are not good enough. But you’re gonna try anyway.

“What character?”

“I'll read for both sisters, actually. What about you?”

“I have some meetings next week, but I still don’t know if I’ll accept it. The script is kinda weak.” Bucky sighs. “Can I take off my jacket? It’s really hot.”

“Of course.” It’s really hot indeed even though you have the AC on, which is surprising. It’s raining outside and it’s February…

You shamelessly watch him undress and almost groan at the sight of him in that semi-transparent black blouse. Jesus, he looks so freaking good, it’s just unreal.

“So yeah, I’m trying to be careful about what films I’m choosing. I’ve got an offer for a show, too, but I don’t know much yet. I’d love to collaborate with Sam Wilson.”

You heard about Sam a couple of times from Nat. He’s a great producer.

“Okay, random. What’s your dream vacation right now?”

“Dream vacation?” He frowns as if he’s never heard those words before in his life.

“Yes, where would you like to go and chill at this moment?”

He thinks about it for a few seconds, biting his bottom lip all thoughtfully, probably recalling all those places he’s visited and wants to visit as well.

“Italy or Greece. Somewhere warmer at least.” He giggles, leaning in unconsciously, and he’s suddenly so, so close to you. You can’t help but stare at him as that slight movement makes his hair strands fall on his face again, and you think dramatically that you’d die if you didn’t touch him right now. Right fucking now!

And you do, but you’re so gentle he doesn’t even realize you’re touching him until you bring your other hand to his face, letting go of his hair to you stroke his cheeks.

You swear he stops breathing for a few seconds as his lips half-open, and that’s when all your second thoughts and fears go out of the window. It’s your chance to be brave and go for it. He’s not a creep, nor the type of person who would take advantage of you. And you’ve flirted a few times tonight… Plus, he can reject you anytime.

So you look at his mouth, then up, into his eyes, waiting for him to say something, maybe a no, because there’s no way he doesn’t realize what’s your intention. But instead, he moves his left hand to the back of your head, holding you tightly as he presses his lips against yours.

You close your eyes instinctively, opening your mouth as your fingers go straight into his hair. It’s the perfect length and so soft… you can pull it without any effort. The feel of his tongue and his hands on your hips make you let out a soft moan right in his mouth as he pulls you onto his lap.

Your legs part even more, and you don’t even realize you’re rubbing on one of his thighs until he groans. Your lips are crushing, and crushing, and crushing. It’s hot and magnetic… out of a dream. And he’s so good at it! You’re literally sad when you have to pull apart to breathe a little more.

“Jesus, doll.” His eyes are glowing. You can’t help yourself but touch his face again, stroking his beard, surprised that it didn’t tickle you while kissing.

“Hmm?”

“I don’t want to sound creepy or anything, but I wanted to do this for some time.” He outlines your lips with his thumb, and you try very hard not to open your mouth. You’re talking now, this can wait for a bit more.

“I wanted to do this for a long time, Bucky. You don’t sound like a creep.” You pause, changing your expression completely, catching him off guard. “Unless you gave me the role because you wanted to get into my pants.”

The way his lips part in shock and horror, his eyes widening, full of panic immediately makes you feel bad for faking this indignation. “No, no. I’m sorry if this is what-”

He tries to move, nervously, thinking you want space, but you interrupt him.

“Bucky, I know you.” You caress his face over and over again. His reaction itself shows what type of person he is, so your gut is not wrong. “It was a bad joke, I know you wouldn’t do this.”

He lets out a deep breath as he realizes you mean it, and his hands return to your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. “You scared me, doll. I would never do anything to make you feel uncomfortable. Especially since we worked together and I’m…” He pauses, but you still realize what he wants to say.

Older. And yes, you were in the same project, but he has no power over your career. Never had, and never will. And no actress or actor that worked with him has ever said publicly or privately anything bad about him. You know he’s not a prick.

“I leaned in first.” You whisper.

“But I flirted with you first… and I am the one who kissed you.”

You snort, dropping your hands just to give him a big smooch. “You’re adorable.”

“Adorable?”

“Yes. Very adorable.”

Bucky’s hands lower from your hips to your ass without warning, making you rub on his thigh again. And it feels so good. You wonder how long it would take you to come if you started to dry hump for real.

“You’re very adorable, too. And beautiful.” His lips are touching your neck now. Barely. But the sensation of his warm breath and beard on your skin drives you absolutely crazy. You need to fuck him.

You’ve been craving this for so long… you didn’t even realize how much until now. So you can be as excited and impatient as you want.

“Bucky.” You moan his name. “I want you.”

“Hmm?”

You raise your head, desperate for more. “I want you. Now.”

“Wait, are you sure?” He tries to read any sign of discomfort or doubt in your eyes, but he finds none. You really want to do this.

“Positive.”

“Okay, but let me get this out before we do something more. Anytime you have second thoughts or you don’t feel good, please, tell me and I’ll stop. If you don’t want to go all the way in-”

You interrupt him. “You mean sex? Because I’ve just told you how much I want you.”

“I know, but things can change and I’m just making sure you know this.”

He’s serious and thoughtful, reminding you of how he was on set. He always asked if you and the rest of the cast feel okay and tried to adjust based on your level of comfort.

“The director in you jumped.” You giggle, then caress his face again. “I know you, Mr. Barnes, and I trust you. But I really need you to do something because I’m getting impatient.”

He nods, biting his lip, and you can’t refrain from leaning in and biting that lip yourself. Just a little. He moans, relaxing under you, as he realizes you’re honest, so he stops thinking and buries his head in the crook of your neck. Your hands find their way to his shoulders when you feel him starting to leave a trail of little kisses on your skin.

“I need you naked,” he whispers before pulling away so he can already start taking off your T-shirt. You raise your arms to help him and in no time, the air hits your breasts.

Bucky’s eyes immediately go right to your nipples, followed by his hands.

“Fuck.”

“We will, don’t worry.” He laughs, squeezing your left breast enough to make you whimper, but in the next second, he frowns, groaning.

“What’s wrong?” You try not to panic. Is he hurt? Did he change his mind? What’s happening?

“I-I don’t think we can do this tonight, doll.” He sounds frustrated, but you don’t understand. He seems to enjoy this very much. And he’s so hard…

You’re trying to keep your voice under control as you speak. “Did I do anything wrong?”

“No, no.” He pecks you immediately, his gloved hand stroking your hair. “Nothing like that. I just don’t have a condom on me. I didn’t expect…”

You bite your bottom lip, trying not to giggle. Good to know he’s careful, keeping it safe. “I’m clean and on the pill.” It’s worth a try to see if he’d be willing to do it with you.

A big smile spreads over his face. “I’m clean, too, promise.”

“I said I trust you, Mr. Barnes, didn’t I?” Your glance falls on his bulge without realizing it. “So let’s see you in action.”

Of course he snorts at your set semi-joke. And of course you laugh. “Funny.”

“Thanks, now let’s see you naked.” You toy with the edge of his blouse, excited to finally be able to touch his skin. You’ve wanted this for so long… But he’s so tense all of a sudden. And he’s trembling. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you sure you want to see me completely naked?”

“What?” You ask surprised. What kind of question is that? “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“This.” He waves his left hand as if it’s supposed to mean something bad. His metal arm could never scare you. It’s a part of him, and he should not be ashamed he’s a survivor. Then he slowly takes the glove off, waiting for your reaction. “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, I can put it back on and I take off only my pants.”

You’ve never wanted to slap anyone more than those people who made him feel like he has to hide and feel ashamed of his arm. It’s absolutely mind-blowing how protective you feel over this man, but you don’t care if it’s crazy.

“Bucky, what the fuck? I want to see all of you. I don’t… I don’t get how this would make me uncomfortable at all,” you say softly, covering his metal hand with yours. It’s colder obviously, but it actually feels really nice.

“It’s my entire arm, doll…” He smiles unsure as he stares at your hands. “You probably know about the accident.”

“A little.” You look him in the eyes, wanting him to see you’re one hundred percent honest about what you’re gonna say. “But unless you feel uncomfortable, don’t worry about me. Or anyone else in general.”

He nods, a little unsure, but he still takes off his blouse, letting it fall on the floor. Your eyes go slowly from his abdomen all the way up to his chest, shoulders, then arm.

“Can I touch it?”

“What?” His voice is low and soft, full of surprise as he’s fidgeting. His metal fingers move exactly like his flesh ones, which makes you wonder how they’ll feel on your skin.

“Can I touch it?” You blurt out. You’re running out of patience… this is how much you want to feel him. And you really hope you’ll manage to make him more comfortable by the end of the night.

“You want to? Of course you can, but you don’t-”

“You’re joking?” You immediately brought your hand to his metal forearm and start stroking, curious. “Oh my god, the gold feels different.” He almost laughs seeing you so giggly. You’re not disgusted or bothered, you’re like a happy kid, and Bucky’s never seen anything more lovely than that expression you have. And he made that happen! “Why are you hiding this beauty, Bucky?”

He shrugs. “I don’t want to make people feel weird.”

“Screw them! What about how you feel?” You don’t even care how loud you are. You’re really upset about this. Why should he hide? Why should he be sorry and care about what strangers feel when they obviously have no decency? You know it’s rich coming from you, a person who’s been worrying about others your whole life, but he deserves more. “Think about what you want! If they are dumb enough not to like it, then they can look away.”

“It’s not just that, many pity me.” He sighs, and you quickly realize that this probably hurts him even more. It would if you were him.

“Well, they should envy you,” you say, making sure you keep eye contact. “Fuck, this is so cool, what else can it do?”

“You want to find out?” Bucky winks at you, moving his metal arm to your hip. The coldness feels so good on your skin that you can’t help yourself but moan.

“Dirty mind!”

“So you don’t?”

You giggle, aware of what he means, but you need something else right now. “Later.”

“Ihm.” He smiles mischievously, bringing his flesh arm to your pants so fast you basically fall with your back on the bed. “You have a point. Now it’s time for something else.” And just like that, you’re sitting naked and wet in your hotel room with Bucky Barnes, waiting for him to finally fuck you.

“Aren’t you gonna take these off?” You whimper, wanting to touch him through his pants, but before your fingers can make contact, you see him getting off the bed. “What?”

And then he kneels. He fucking kneels in front of you as he drags you quickly toward the edge of the bed.

“I’m gonna eat you, is that okay?” He looks feral somehow as he asks, his eyes glowing. “Please.”

You raise a little, shifting your weight on your elbows so you can see him better. He really wants this… you.

“Y-yeah. You can.” Of course, he can.

You moan as soon as you feel his lips on your calf, his beard rubbing on your skin as he leaves kisses all the way up to your thigh.

You close your eyes when his hand finds its way to your entrance.

“May I?”

You nod immediately and shiver when you feel his perfectly curled-up index flesh finger starting to move inside you. He’s trying to explore what you like while continuing to kiss and lick your inner thigh, but it’s torturously slow. And you can’t take it.

“Bucky.” It’s all you say, basically asking him to move a little faster or add another finger.

“You’re so wet.”

“Yes, and I need more. Add another finger.” Your voice is barely a whisper, but he still hears you. Yet, he doesn’t give you what you ask for.

“I like how you smell.” He mumbles as if he’s talking to himself. And maybe he is, you don’t know and you don’t have the time to ask since he takes his finger out, grabs your thighs, spreading your legs so he can fit his shoulders between them, and then puts his mouth directly on your pussy.

Just like that.

“Fuck.” Your hands basically fly to his hair as your hips lift to meet his tongue just as quickly. Not even your body anticipated the change, but it feels so good. His hands go to your ass, trying to stop you from moving, but it’s so hard. He licks so fast that you can’t control your reactions.

“You taste so fucking good.” He lets out a moan against your skin, and you’re not okay. His tongue is absolutely perfect. Especially when he moves it all the way up to your clit. You can’t believe how more comfortable your body actually gets every second he spends touching it. You really want this man.

“Bucky…” You flinch, shocked when you feel his flesh finger back inside you while he starts licking your clit faster. You grab his hair even harder, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Can I die here?” You can barely understand what he says because he speaks without taking his mouth off your clit.

“Faster.”

He moans and starts flickering his tongue in circles quicker than before while adding a second finger inside you. Then a third. And you feel so good you don’t even realize you’re basically suffocating him with your thighs.

“S-sorry.” You manage to say between whimpers, but he is too absorbed in what he’s doing to even hear you. When his fingers hit a new angle, you pull his hair so hard he gasps, yet he doesn’t stop. “Just like that. Just like that.” You repeat frenetically until you finally come with a loud moan. But Bucky doesn’t stop his movements at all, thrusting his fingers even faster as he sucks on your clit until you finish coming.

You open your eyes slowly to watch him kiss his way up to your neck, spending extra time licking your nipples, one by one. His wet beard feels actually good on your sweaty skin.

“I wanna mark you up, pretty girl. I want to… Fuck.” His lips are right below your ear as he speaks, sucking on a small spot. He doesn’t do it hard enough nor does he use his teeth to leave a hickey, but it’s still hot. Very teenager…ish from him.

“I want to fuck, too.” You laugh and you feel his smile.

“You need to sit on my face the next time.”

The next time?

“I’d suffocate you.” You choose to ignore the hole in your stomach when he moves his head back so he can look into your eyes. So blue... “Maybe hover,” you offer, but you’re not sure that’d be safe for him. He needs to breathe. And would there even be a next time?

“I feel offended. You think I can’t handle you?” He sounds offended, too, and honest. “If I can’t, then let me die happily, woman. We don’t do hover, okay?”

You snort at his words, but he seems so serious, you can’t make fun of him now. Especially after he gave you one of the most intense orgasms of your life.

“Okay.”

“Good, now taste yourself.” He grins before leaning in to kiss you. You open your mouth as soon as you feel his tongue licking your bottom lip, then you drop your hands to his ass and squeeze. “Fuck,” he breaks the kiss, all breathless.

“Take them off, Bucky. I need you to fuck me.” You’ve never said these words before, but you don’t feel ashamed at all. It’s hot to be able to voice out your needs and wishes like this.

He nods twice as he gets off you to do what you told him. And in less than a minute, he’s standing naked and very hard, staring at you.

“You can tell me to stop anytime,” he reminds you as he gets back in bed.

“You look so hot. Especially with your hair all messed up.”

“Thank you.” He grabs a pillow that he places under your head before positioning himself between your already spread legs. “You’re ready for me, doll?”

“What do you think?”

“I think I’m gonna make sure you’ll use that mouth for other things than mocking.”

You feel him at your entrance and fight the need to close your eyes just so you can stare at him. “For example?”

“Moaning, begging… crying out my name.” He doesn’t give you the chance to answer with a challenging remark because he’s sliding inside you. And he’s so… thick.

“Easy,” you whisper, shocked by how full you started to feel and he’s barely even halfway through. But he doesn’t seem to hear you as he thrusts even more way too quickly. “James, I said easy.”

He groans when he feels your arms wrapping around his neck and kisses your nose. “Sorry, baby. I didn’t realize.”

Baby? Fuck me… Don’t freak out!

“It’s okay.”

“I’m gonna be gentle.” He promises you, lowering his lips to yours.

“I’m not made of glass, you know? And you can start moving.” You raise your head to look at him, but he lowers his at the same time, and you end up hitting your foreheads so hard, you see stars.

“Ah.” He groans in pain.

“Is your head made of metal too?”

Bucky’s laugh is so cute and contagious that you also start laughing. But then you lift your hips, trying to create some friction and he freezes.

“You feel so fucking good.”

“Then move!” You complain and before you can do something about it again, his grip on your hips stops you.

“How do you want it?” A normal question since you’ve never done this together before, but it frustrates you.

“Just fucking move, James.” You’re close to crying at this point. This man is finally inside you and he’s holding back. “Fucking move!”

“Fuck, say that again.” He tilts his head back as he asks.

“Make me.” And then he finally gives you what you want and starts moving back and forth, trying to see what makes you moan the most. Long strokes. Deep short strokes. Fast. Slow. And you love them all in different ways because he’s really good at it. Like really good.

“James, please…” You grab him by the chin with one hand so you can kiss him properly, but also to try keeping your voice a little down for a bit. You didn’t know you can be this loud, and you’re a little embarrassed. But he seems to enjoy that way too much.

“Come on, doll, talk to me. Please... go on.” You feel his teeth on the skin of your neck while he keeps moving his hips faster and faster every time.

“Bucky.”

He sucks on the same spot, and this time, there’s no way he’s not gonna leave a hickey. But you don’t care. Not even a little.

“Yes?”

“James, please.” You close your eyes, your moans louder than before, and Bucky realizes you’re so close again.

“What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me and it's yours.”

Holy fuck, that mouth will be the death of you.

But can you tell him? You don’t want to push him too far. “I d-don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Try me.”

“P-please, just... let's just focus on this.” You trace his back with your right hand, trying to distract him.

“Only if you tell me.”

You sigh, knowing he won’t let it go, so your fingers slide down between your bodies. You can touch your clit yourself, no need to ask him to do it. But before you can reach it, he stops your hand with his.

“Hands in my hair, doll. I can do this for you.” His voice is so hoarse and gentle, opposite to his thrusts.

“Use your other hand, Bucky,” you manage to breathe out, shocking him.

“What?”

“Please. I want- fuck, please, James, I want to come… Metal fingers, please.”

He doesn’t ask twice, thanks God, giving you exactly what you crave. And you welcome his cold touch by arching your back in pleasure and kissing his shoulder.

“I f-feel you everywhere.”

“You do? You like the way I fill you?” He barely finds the power to ask. He thrusts so fast that he’s breathless.

“Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes, Bucky, it feels so good.” The pace of his fingers is quicker too, and it’s like something electrocuted you when he lightly pinches your clit. “Bucky, don’t stop. Please, I’m coming. I’m coming...”

You don’t even realize what’s happening to you when the orgasm hits you. You’re crying and basically screaming at this point, and not even biting into his shoulder can keep your voice down. All you can feel is pleasure. So much pleasure everywhere… It’s blinding. How is it possible?

“What a good girl you are… coming all over my cock, asking nicely for my fingers.”

You can barely breathe when you come back to him. When you can open your eyes and watch him so close, too. When you can grab his ass and make him move faster.

“Come for me.” Your other hand caresses his face: forehead, cheek, beard, lips. “James.” You moan when his head lowers until his mouth can wrap around one of your nipples. And that sound is enough for him to finally let it go. You don’t expect him to be this loud, though, and you smile like a fool, stroking his hair patiently.

You’ve never had someone coming inside you before, truth be told. You had bareback sex once or twice with your first boyfriend, but he always pulled out, so this sensation is new.

“Wow.” He opens his eyes to look at you.

“Wow,” you repeat as he pulls out slowly, but it still makes you hiss. You’re still full of his come… You’re supposed to go shower or at least clean yourself with a towel, right? Maybe you can wait for a little.

But then you feel his cold hand back at your entrance all of a sudden, and two fingers slide inside.

What is he doing?

He surprises you even more as he places the metal fingers covered in come on your lips, but you open your mouth without hesitation. Bucky smiles, which warms your heart before you start sucking on his fingers properly.

After a few seconds, satisfied, Bucky takes them out and immediately moves his hand down, between your bodies.

“You're such a good girl when you want, doll.” Then he kisses you fervently, almost falling on top of you. “Eating my come… tasting us.”

“I don’t even know what to say.”

“Speechless. Even better.” His grin is wide and playful, lighting up his face. He pecks you one more time before leaving the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

You watch him as he walks to the bathroom, and he clearly has the hottest ass you’ve ever seen. And you got to touch it.

You wonder if he wants to leave right after or maybe… You sigh.

As much as you’d want more of this, of him in general, you’re not gonna push him. Even if that was all, it was good. He’s a very thoughtful and skilled man. A perfect combination with that face.

“How are you feeling?” He’s coming back, all freshen up, with a semi-wet towel in his hand, and before you can answer, he’s spreading your legs carefully, then starts cleaning you. “Sore?”

“A little,” you whisper, surprised by his gesture, and he lifts his head.

“Going shy on me, doll?”

“You didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to.” He interrupts you with a smile, taking the towel away. “Maybe next time I can clean you up differently.” And he winks.

Next time…

“What do you mean?”

He comes back, slipping into bed next to you, and licks his lips. “What do you think? Gonna let me?”

Does he mean licking? “How?”

“With my tongue, of course.”

You bite your lip not to moan at the image he’s just planted in your mind. He’s driving you crazy just like that.

“Why not? It sounds so hot. But when’s ‘next time’?”

“Whenever you want.” He smiles, his hair draping all over the pillow as he turns to the side to look at you.

You blush. “I didn’t expect it.”

“What? Me making you come like that or wanting more with you?” He pauses. “I am older than you. A bit more than a decade… But I want to remind you it’s totally okay not to desire more than sex or this. You can always tell me to fuck off.”

You immediately frown. “You’re not a creep, Bucky, we’ve already established that. The age gap is irrelevant in your case since you’re a good man with a healthy mindset, who doesn’t constantly go for younger women.”

His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “To be honest, I’ve never dated anyone more than four years younger than me.”

You peck him on his red nose. “That’s what I mean. And I trust you. I’m willing to take this shot because I think it’s worth it. The press talks anyway. Whatever it will be, it will be.”

“I think it’s worth it too, doll.” You feel his lips on your forehead. “Very much. Now let's go to sleep, it’s so late.”

“Good night.” You cover both of you with the sheet.

“Good night.”

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Reasons why Bring on the Monsters from The Lightning Theif musical is an amazing song:

1.) "There's gonna be a fight. There still might be a war. For a moment, we've got danger on the run." Talk about setting the tone. We're in the clear as of today, but something is coming. Something bad.

2.) "Feeling ready🌊" "Feeling stoked🦉" "Feeling quesy🐐". Love how they gave Annabeth the 'feeling stoked' line. Because, of course, she's waiting in the wings, ready to kick ass when need. But it's also hilarious that the actress playing Annabeth is Kristen Stokes. So, I just imagine the writers gave her that line to mess with her.

3.) "Bring on the monsters. Bring on the real world." Like, yeah. They physically spent the majority of this musical in the real world, but they were disconnected from it. The three of them singing this line is a declaration of unity between their human and godly side. They are neither here nor there, not bound to one world, but exist in both.

4.) "They'll be times when your faith is shaken." Yes, your faith in the gods will be on the brink of breaking at any given moment. But so will the faith in yourself. But sometimes, being a demigod means doing it scared. But you won't go it alone.

5.) "Gotta know where the real fight lies when it's time to rise and stand your ground." Annabeth and Clarisse singing about knowing which battles are worth fighting and when is utterly amazing. Because not only are they both children of war gods, but they also canonically struggled with being strong-willed and prideful. It's like even though were at odds at the beginning of the musical, they aren't as different as they first appear.

6.) "No, I'm never gonna once have it easy. I'll make mistakes, but my own, and it frees me." In TLT, Book!Sally says something along the lines of: 'If my life is going to mean anything, I have to live it myself.' This is as applicable to a demigod as it is to a mortal. And it's bittersweet because not every demigod gets the chance to choose. Or rather, they don't choose wisely because they're so spiteful when it comes time. But sometimes, you gotta let the anger fade and move forward.

7.) "I'll be back next summer. You'll see me again. I'll be back next summer. I'll survive 'till then." There's something about this line that makes me want to cry. Percy started this musical saying he didn't want to be a half-blood, essentially rejecting the idea of a demigod, but ends the musical declaring his eventual return. He isn't saying goodbye, but a see you later. Which just tugs at my heart strings knowing we'll never get a second musical, but it's okay because Percy's essence extends beyond the Broadway medium. Whether it be a book, musical, movie, or graphic novel, Percy will always be back.

8.) Also, if you listen to the instrumental of this song, the guitar riff at the very end is playing the same melody of 'I didn't wanna to be a half-blood' underneath Percy's declaration of unwavering loyalty to demigods. And it broke me like a bone.

You guys remember these? That's great because I didn't. It just occurred to me that I never finished my analysis of the TLT musical, and I thought I'd get on that. Anyway, this song is fucking incredible, and I want a SOM musical. But I digress.

#if you're an og you'll remember this era of @demigods-posts #but yeah i still have a few songs to cover #simply for my own fulfillment #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo text post #pjo #the lightning theif #the lightning theif musical #tlt musical adaptation #tlt shitposting #tlt musical #tlt commentary #tlt musical commentary #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #clarisse la rue #silena beauregard #chiron

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kiandrathepeahenangel · 1 month

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(for those who are on discord, I'm not there anymore! But I am available on Tumblr if you need me)

Anyways...

KIANDRA X EMILY with tons of cardiophilia!

Warning: very 18+ and kinky

The story is in Kiandra's point of view

I'm in my room, laying on my bed right now, and I'm pretty bored.

Heaven is nice for not having anything to worry about, but it quickly gets boring.

Suddenly, I hear a few taps on my window.

I turn around, and see Emily outside the window! It seems she somehow heard I was bored.

I open the window, letting her in

"Emily, it's good to see you"

"Hey Kiandra! I missed you~"

She's always so sweet and lovely, my little Seraphim

"So, what are you doing today, my little ball of energy?"

"Hehe, the same as always! But I wanted to see you! How are you?"

"Bored out of my mind...but now that you're here I feel better already"

Emily blushes gently, even if I've been in heaven for some time I'm still not used to the yellow blushing.

"W-well then kia...do you want to cuddle?"

"Aww, of course!"

I lead Emily towards my bed, laying down with her, hugging her gently

"Is this ok?"

"Mhm... you're soft emi..."

"I'm glad"

With being so close to Emily, I can't help but lay my head over her chest, hearing her heart beating gently

*thump... thump... thump... thump thump thump*

I quickly notice her heartbeat speeding a little bit, and it seems Emily has noticed it too

"Sorry, it's just that whenever you hear my heart I get nervous..."

"You shouldn't. Your heart sounds amazing and adorable"

"Oh trust me, I know."

Emily hugs me with her wings, Wich also create a more silent space, her heart is now the only thing I hear

*Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump Thump

Thumpthumpthump*

Her heartbeat grows faster once again, this time, we both know why

"You like this, don't you?"

"What? What do you mean emi?"

"Well...you told me that you are sexually attracted to heartbeats...so are you enjoying what you're hearing?"

"So much...I'm in love..."

Emily suddenly sits up, and I look at her confused

"Is something the matter?"

"Hm? Oh no! I just need to do something for you"

I can see Emily's hand glowing, and suddenly a stethoscope appears in her hands

"Oh!"

"There...you would probably enjoy this, wouldn't you?"

"Quite a lot, thank you!"

I see Emily blushing as I put the stethoscope in my ears, and she exposes her chest to me

I put the diaphragm on her chest, her heartbeat filling up my hears

*Thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump*

"It's so fast..."

"I know...I can feel it beating against my chest"

"I love it so much..."

I just can't resist, and I take Emily and kiss her passionately

Emily is surprised at the beginning, but she leans into the kiss, and she actually asks for entrance, Wich I accept.

I feel her tounge against mine, the taste of her saliva filling my mouth up

As I finally break the kiss, Emily is out of breath, her heartbeat racing in her chest incredibly hard

*THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP*

"Heh...it seems..you can't make my heart beat much harder..."

"You wanna try me?"

"Hmmm...what if yes? I want to see how hard you can make my heart beat~?"

"You're messing with the wrong angel, Emily. I'll make your heart burst."

"Please do..."

Emily's words light a flame inside of me, as I take a belt from one if the drawers in my room, and tie it around her chest to keep the stethoscope in place

Her heart keeps drumming in my ears, the sound is amazing

Emily blushes, and she looks me deep into my eyes

"What are you going to do next?"

I smile at her question, my hand creeping up her neck, feeling her pulse hitting my fingers

"Depends... how much control do I have over you?"

"I'm at your mercy..."

I grin after hearing that, the thoughts of everything I could do to this little angel overwhelming me, I feel a shiver down my spine

I kiss her again, roughly and heavily, she tries to keep up, but my emotions are so strong that she's having trouble breathing

"I enjoy seeing you having so much trouble breathing~"

"You are a very...kinky girl, aren't you?"

"Absolutely. But always remember that if it gets too much for you, you can tell me to stop."

"No...don't stop...I love this"

"Very well then~"

*My hands go over her sweet and little body, she trembles every time I hit a sensitive spot. I lean closer to her and kiss her neck

"A-ah~..."

"I love your moans~"

"I... noticed!"

Her heart is incredibly fast, the stethoscope bouncing up and down her chest rhythmically

*THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP*

"Your heart sounds amazing"

"I know...it's beating so hard I hear it in my ears"

"Good...make sure you concentrate on every beat~"

I start sucking on her neck, wanting to leave a small hickey, just to remind her of what we've done today

"Ah~ oh Kiandra!"

"You know... you're the first person to call me Kiandra"

"You have...5 names, you shouldn't be surprised"

"I'm not~"

I kiss the hickey I just made on her neck, and my hands goes over her breasts

"B-be gentle..."

"I will. I wouldn't want to scare my little angel now would I?"

While feeling her breasts, her heart keeps hitting my hand, still beating incredibly hard

*THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP*

"Ah~! Oh god..."

"You like this, hm?"

"O-of course, it would be biologically impossible for me not to like this"

"...ok fair"

With that, I squish her breast gently

"AH~!"

"You're incredibly sensitive~"

"I-it's just that...I'm not used to this"

"I can tell...and you know why?"

"Because you can hear my heart race?"

"Exactly"

I put the stethoscope in her hears, letting her listen to her own heart for a minute

"O-oh..."

"See how hard it's beating? How much it wants to be heard?"

"Yeah...I do..."

"Do you like it?"

"Y-yes..."

I'm surprised by her words, as I lean away from her a second

"Oh my! I didn't know having a fetish was contagious!"

"Hehehe...no it's not that...I just generally like it"

"Suuuure~"

I take the stethoscope and put it back onto my ears, her heartbeat hitting me like a truck

*THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP*

"So cute~ but let's get back to where we were, hm?"

I lean down on her again, my hands creeping up on her chest, touching her breasts gently

"Ah~ oh my gosh~"

"That's good, my love~ keep moaning for me~"

"You...dork~"

I move down, towards her belly, as I plant a kiss there, feeling her tremble gently at this touch of my lips

Then, I move even more down, between her legs

"Good thing the stethoscope is so long, eh Emily?"

"Y-yeah..."

"You thought about this, didn't you?"

"...maybe"

"You absolute dork!"

I gently start removing her panties, not removing the dress, to not move the stethoscope

"Are you ready?"

I see Emily taking a deep breath, her heart calming down for a second before speeding up again

"Yes. I'm ready"

With those confident words, I slowly put a finger inside her, trying to be as gentle as possible

Her body tenses, as she arcs her back, her eyes wide open

"Oh my gosh! Oh-Oh! Ah~!"

Her heartbeats surpass the sound of her moans although, as I hear it skipping a beat

THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP-... THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP

"You're so adorable Emily...just one finger in and your heart is always pounding all over the place...how adorable~"

"Ah~! P-please..."

"Please what my dear?"

"Please...More-AH~!"

The moment I hear her say more, I put another finger inside her, and move them in and out, trying to match the beating of her heart...it's kinda hard with how fast it's going

"So, my little Angel...how does this feel?"

"I love it! Hm~ i-i love everything you're doing to me! AH~! I l-love how you're h-hearing my heart in all of this...Kiandra...tell me how fast it's beating~ ah~"

"Oh my, I like this request~"

With those words, my fingers start moving faster, and her body starts to tremble, I lean closer to her ear

"Your heart is as fast as it can be~ it's like a powerful drum inside you... hitting so hard...so strong...and so fast! I think your little heart has reached its maximum rate...I should count the beats, but with how fast it's going, I'm going to say it's at least 190 BPM... isn't that so fast~?"

I see she's clearly enjoying this little talk about her heart, she's moaning so hard, I love it~

As a reward for her being so sweet, I start fingering her faster, hearing her breathing heaving, while I move my free hand over her chest, pressing it flat against her sternum

"My my...just listen to the little thing...it's so strong it's moving my whole hand up and down and up and down...I can barely separate a beat from the other...it's like it wants to be heard~ imagine how fast the blood's flowing into you right now...it's almost as if your whole body is beating for me~"

With that last phrase, she finally comes over my fingers, as I carefully pull them out, and put them in my mouth, tasting her

"You taste so good~ you've been such a good girl~"

I can see her blushing at the term "good girl" and I absolutely adore that

"Oh my, does the little Seraphim like to be praised? Well, you do deserve it~ don't you, my good girl? You've been so good, and your heart pounding is so amazing...even now it hasn't fully recovered yet..."

Emily doesn't answer, she just looks deep into my eyes, her breathing still very heavy

"I see, you need time to recover. Let's rest for some time"

I use my powers to teleport away the stethoscope and the belt, I feel her breathing deeper

"Did the belt prevent you from breathing completely?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Oh..did you enjoy it?"

"A bit, but suffocation is more your thing, isn't it?"

"Hey! Hehe, but I guess that's true...let's just rest for now, ok my love?"

"Yeah... let's cuddle for a minute, and then we'll take a long shower!"

"I agree with you...ti amo Emily..."

"Hehe, you're going Italian on me now? You know how much I love the way you speak Italian~"

"That's why I'm doing so...I like teasing you! Amore mio~"

"You dork! Come on now, let's rest..."

"Alrighty..."

I cuddle with Emily, her body is still warm after this session we just had. I lay my head on her heart once more, it's calm, but still faster than a normal heart rate

Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump

My eyes close, I just focus on the beautiful sounds I'm hearing, and slowly but surely start falling asleep

"Don't fall asleep sweetheart! You can sleep after we took a shower"

"Alright alright... your heart just sounds amazing..."

"I know~"

#cardiophile #cardiophilia #fast heartbeat #heartbeat #visible heartbeat #heartbeat kink

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kimdokjas · 10 months

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why you should read Mystic Prince if you enjoyed ORV

Mystic Prince / Prince of Myolyeong (묘령의 황자) is a fantasy and action-adventure manhwa with art & story by Aheuredal (아흐레달) and in my humble opinion, an absolute hidden gem. it's literally one the best manhwas i've ever read (among the top 2) and i've finally gathered my thoughts enough to try to articulate why i love it so much, and hopefully convince you to give it a chance!

here's the official summary on webtoon:

An immortal emperor rules the Kingdom of Yeol, a divine country blessed by gods with awesome powers. After a thousand years of peaceful rule, the time has come for a new emperor to be chosen. This is determined by a series of trials, in which twenty princes with special powers who have trained since birth must compete. As all princes of varying personalities and agendas gather to partake in the trials, intrigue and possibly even bloodshed seem all but certain. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the other princes, the Fourth Prince Jeok-yeon Ryu hides a secret he must guard with his life.

anyway i literally made a carrd for this, that's how much i care about this manhwa and i worked very hard on it!! you can find the carrd here*

(* also if you hate daily pass like me pls note that there's a fan translation as well! just keep in mind that some episodes have ost but you can find the links to youtube on the carrd as well. but if you enjoy it please do try to leave likes, comments, and a good rating on webtoon to support the creator!)

Mystic Prince is incredibly unique in terms of story and execution that i can't really compare it to anything else but here's why i think you'll enjoy it, especially if you also liked orv:

strong-willed MC who's not naturally skilled but works extremely hard

said MC is willing to suffer and hurt themselves to achieve their goals (aka kim dokja-esque tendencies)

seemingly cold and aloof ML with yoo joonghyuk vibes at first, naturally gifted and seems to look down on everyone

...but is actually head over heels for MC and just doesn't know how to express his feelings

ensemble cast of incredibly complex and well-developed characters with different personalities and motivations

MC seems a little dense at times but they have a tragic backstory that explains why they're Like That

incredibly bisexual vibes !! like literally off the charts

slowburn romance that is cooking up such a great meal

MC and ML have actually known each other for centuries

characters go through trials that involve risking death

extremely unique lore and world-building

i said ML before but there are actually multiple potential MLs with how much complexity all the character dynamics have

beautiful character designs (literally over 10+ within the main cast and they're all so unique)

evocative writing and heartfelt monologues that seem taken out of a book of pure poetry

narratively significant motifs of fire and water (à la orv's black/white and reader/protagonist)

profound and realistic depiction of the inner feelings and troubles that the characters go through

incredibly heart-wrenching original soundtrack! (actually made me cry)

some of the most gorgeous art i've seen in any manhwa (seriously pls just open the 1st episode and look at the first few panels)

[spoilers below for chapter ~10]

delicious gender fuckery

MC is actually cross-dressing afab (i personally hc them as genderqueer; korean doesn't have gendered pronouns but the official tl uses she/her pronouns)

bonus: they're built like a fucking tank (as seen here) like hello??? which is so refreshing to see for an afab MC

plus they're also canonically lacking in empathy but still deeply compassionate which again is really refreshing

i'm sure there's even more stuff i'm forgetting but these are just some reasons off the top of my head why i think this manhwa is so amazing

please do give Mystic Prince a chance, it's an absolute delight!! there are multiple beautiful covers but here's a couple of them, BE ART BAITED <3

and finally some of my personal reactions to Mystic Prince and also a note regarding the content warnings under the cut!

feel free to skip this part lol but personally when i look for recs, i love when people tell me their emotional reactions and how passionate they are about it! so if this tells you anything,

this is the ONLY manhwa to have made me cry so far (yes that includes the orv webtoon, but not the novel ofc) like actually ugly sobbing with snot and tears and everything lmao

(it's not all sad though! this manhwa will have you clutching your heart one moment and then cackling out loud the next)

and it's also the ONLY manhwa i've ever spent actual money on before the fan tl picked it up just so i could read the advanced chapters (i'm notoriously cheap so this says a lot imo)

and i'm not alone in this, every other comment on webtoon is people saying the exact same thing. the general consensus is that this is 100% a hidden gem (webtoon DP my behated why'd you have to shoot yourself in the foot like that)

also regarding the content warnings on the carrd: this was my first time making a list of cws (i don't think anyone else has made one yet?) and i was a little hesitant to add them, so i sincerely apologize if i missed anything!! if anyone else has anything else to add (cws or otherwise) then please feel free to send me a message and i'll be happy to edit it!!

(btw this was inspired by this post which is also a great summary for why u should read a cnovel called mist unlimited)

#mystic prince #prince of myolyeong #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #webtoon #manhwa #manhwa recommendation #묘령의 황자 #gabby speaks

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lesbianjobutupaki · 3 months

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Art practice by trying some other artist's styles that I'm a huge fan of!

From Top Left to Bottom Right:

@ghostishere0 - the original reason I started this doodle, as I wanted to draw a "shepherd lovers squad" and their OC (who I don't know the name of F) was the perfect fit for it.

@luminesparkz - the best interpretation of Pom pikmin. If I were Mr. Nitendo, I would make them the official comic creator along with the manga comics.

@marblyso - If I was a little more unhinged and made a shrine to Erma Shepherd, it would be mostly marblyso's art of her, it's my absolute favorite Erma depiction <3

@rexscanonwife - another OC that I don't know the name of, but she makes such a cute pair with Shepherd and has such cute art that why not, let Shepherd have multiple canon wives at this point.

@citruscrisp - I think this is secretly Alph in an alternate universe where he makes comics about himself, because citrus has Alph's character SPOT ON, and also loves to put that boy in a situation (which I am happy for, I enjoy seeing that boy in a situation)

@daisythecomic - oooaaaaaaaaaa they look like little mice people they look so soft and sweet I love them so muuuuuuuuuccchhhhhhhhh

@louie-posting - I can't not include actual Louie Pikmin on this list.

@kiwilittle - the soft, the sweet, the one who makes the best family style art, really making me wish I was an inch tall so I could go to holidays with the olimar family, also their wife design is so cute that if Olimar didn't already get it I would shoot my shot for her m a a m

@pikbugz - really nails the soft aesthetic that makes pikmin such a calming series, and their coloring style is so soft and good that it gives me the ratatouille nostalgia flashback moment.

@splitster - more than just the wraith au guy, they are the one who makes incredible and funny comics; I've seen so many fics with the rescue corps where I can pick up that yes, this trait came from a splitster comic, and that's a GOOD thing. Made me actually LIKE Dingo, the nerve.

@diesaur - I can't do diesaur's incredible, unique art justice, they are amazing at using geometrics and have the best charlie (his little teefs...)

@solluxander - Cars, one of my favorite pikmin Ocs I've ever seen! Collin deserves a slightly unhinged sentient fluffball boyfriend, and I always love seeing the new ways Cars will interact with him.

@sillypikmin - all hail the best pikposter, who I'm still convinced is an actual leafling living on actual pnf-404, literally every time I have a bad day I look at drawings of Moss and feel better.

@eggpathy - thank goodness they came back to give us old man yaoi. I keep their drawing of olimar kissing the pikmin good night on my phone and look at it before I go to sleep and so far I have yet to have a single nightmare.

@the-knife-consumer - the only person I trust with Louittany, toxic yuri my beloved, I just adore their beasty brittany design so so much, I wish I could have a small brittany to live in my house...

anyway they have the best headcanons for our beloved blorbo hamster people

@natibranch - there's a voice line of Louie going "wa-ha!" in this really cute sing-song voice and every time I see any art by natibranch I hear that sound in my head as a little burst of serotonin, they just nail that exact feeling so so well.

@pikked-min - Another of my favorite Pikmin OCs, Yuva! A really interesting and unique character concept with a lot of thought put into the worldbuilding, followed by a strong unusual personality that had me looking at the pikmin world through a new perspective entirely. Please, someone, give them some sunglasses. Read the fic it's so good

@ssserf - artistic and deep while still somehow looking like official nintendo tm art, genuinely the best at the pikmin proportions, how could I resist trying my hand at the classic amazing beautiful Brittany Fruit Sweater moment, literally SO iconic

@kashi-pon - while I was working on the part of this that was just kashi's various highlife dresses there was a part of me that wanted to dedicate the rest of the space to paying homage to the joke comic of Louie lifting his skirt to show Olimar that he's wearing shorts, except this dress....well......

@diamondwerewolf - the reason we got louie in a little bunny outfit anyway, and thus why we got kashi's dress version. you single-handedly turned Louie into a tumblr sexyman, how could you

#pikmin #pikmin art #pikmin artists #pikmin 2 #pikmin 4 #pikmin 3 #my art

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adventures-in-teyvat · 7 months

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alright everyone hear me out. they would be the most autistic power couple

first of all, they simply would not piss each other off. i rest my case

jk i have more shit to spew. they have so much in common it’s insane—the autism runs rampant through their veins

they would just fucking get each other you know ?? i cant stop thinking about how lynette literally uses “robotic” language to describe her energy levels and sometimes even fucking pretends she’s a puppet or doesnt deny rumors about that because it helps her avoid social interaction. her idea of a good time is recharging by petting cats and drinking tea. like holy autism

kuni would probably think she’s chill and maybe the least annoying person he’s ever met because she just minds her business, speaks with honesty, does not engage in small talk, and generally doesnt give a shit what he thinks. and that’s kind of really amazing for him because that means he doesnt have to put on a show. she’s not concerned with offending him, and she pretty much doesn’t ever take offense at things he says, so he neither has to worry about his words nor her perception of him.

they can sit and do nothing together. they can drink bitter tea and say nothing and pet cats and be content while he works on his thesis. they dont assume anything unspoken, they communicate if they want to say something, they dont have to worry about mysterious underlying social rules with each other, they dont have to sugarcoat anything.

basically what im trying to say is they share a brain cell

both concerned with protection, afraid of losing people/harm coming to their loved ones

lynette is incredibly strong and resilient, but that doesn’t change the fact that she was a victim, and the people who know what happened to her (like lyney) (and in this hc, wanderer :3) would protect her so fiercely like aaaa idk if it’s just me projecting but i just really love the idea of them clinging to each other because they are so desperate to protect each other and aauauauayau heheaheheahah the angst

they might (MIGHT, im stretching but hear me out) know each other/have heard of each other because fatui (i think at the very least lynette would have certainly known about scaramouche as a harbinger, and it’s not too likely he’d have heard about her specifically, but he would probably be aware that the knave is the “father” of the house of hearth, so he’d be familiar with her affiliation in that way)

so anyways all i can think about lately is them growing close to each other and then being basically telepathic

like they just know how the other is feeling at any time and since they share many of the same feelings about people and socializing, they would just get each other and know what the other needs like AAAH I CANT FUCKING ARTICULATE WHAT I MEAN EXACTLY AND ITS SO FRUSTRATING I JUST. I THINK THEY WOULD UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER AND. YEAH. FUCK

also theyre cats🔊🔊🔊🔊

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My updated rankings/reviews of all the k dramas I have seen so far (up to 54 now). I would recommend any show I gave a C grade or higher, which is most of them. I bolded recently added shows.

1. Hometown Cha Cha Cha: An absolute masterpiece. It’s a heartwarming fish out of water story about a big city girl who finds herself in the quirkiest little seaside town. I wanted to stay in Gongjin forever. Grade: A+(Netflix)

2. Extraordinary Attorney Woo (S1): Delightful! Never have I ever rooted for a lead harder. She is the most endearing lead you will ever find. And the male lead is so so swoony. Grade: A+(Netflix)

3. Alchemy of Souls: The wildest of rides and the perfect blend of fantasy, adventure, mystery, comedy, and romance. The characters are just so lovable, you’ll never want it to end. Season 2 just as good as Season 1. Grade: A+ (Netflix)

4. Love To Hate You: New fastest binge of my life. 10 episodes and I didn’t fast forward at all. There were no bad/slow parts. Also the funniest KDrama I’ve ever seen. Just watch it. You won’t regret it. Grade A+ (Netflix).

5. My Demon: This show had me utterly enthralled, it was so mysterious and suspenseful and yet incredibly goofy and romantic. My new favorite main couple in all KDrama land. Yes it wasn’t perfect but I enjoyed it so much, it really encapsulated everything I love in a tv show. Grade: A (Netflix)

6. Business Proposal: It’s got every trope you can think of and it does them all to perfection. Plus it’s hilarious. Grade: A (Netflix)

7. Healer: This super romantic action mystery drama will keep you on the edge of your seat. Ji Chang Wook is equal parts sexy and adorable which is a seriously winning combination. Grade A (Viki). One caveat: I was very disappointed by a certain wardrobe decision in episode 3.

8.Her Private Life: Super funny and charming. The romantic leads have incredible chemistry. The premise is so good! Might be the one of the most rewatchable kdramas. Grade: A (Netflix)

9. Castaway Diva: Just utterly heartwarming. An instant classic. Ultimate underdog, redemption, story that teaches us what real love and family is. Also Ki-Ho is the new standard by which all men will be judged. Grade: A (Netflix)

10. Rookie Historian Goo Hae Ryung: Great strong female lead. Very good messages. Couldn’t stop watching. The most adorable prince I’ve ever seen 💜Cha Eunwoo💜 Grade: A (Netflix)

11. Bad Prosecutor: Absolutely thrilling and hilarious. It’s like a heist, detective, lawyer, action comedy that will keep you wondering who is outsmarting who? Super shocking plot twists. Amazing OST. Stuck the landing with a truly satisfying finale. Grade A (Viki)

12. Sh**ting Stars: Probable the biggest turnaround of any show I’ve seen (The “Africa” part was so problematic). However it turned out to be one of the funniest and swooniest KDramas out there. There are 5 couples and you will cheer for all of them. Grade: A- (Viki)

13. Strong Woman Do Bong Soon: The main couple is absolutely everything! Just fast forward through pretty much every side plot (they are not important) and you’ll love it. Grade: A- (Viki)

14. So I Married the Anti-Fan: It’s campy, fluffy, goodness, with a fierce female lead and a K-pop star enemy/love interest. 2nd fastest binge of my life. Grade: A- (Viki)

15. 100 Days My Prince: An absolute classic period drama romcom. Who knew D.O. could kiss like that? Such a great strong female lead. I LOVE a show with adorable, quirky, townspeople. Grade: A- (Netflix)

16. Romance is a Bonus Book: Might be the most romantic K-Drama I’ve ever seen. Nothing about the trailer or setup intrigued me but I’m so glad I watched it anyway. It was a truly beautiful love story. Grade: A- (Netflix)

17. Because This Is My First Life: This drama really does everything right for me… A slow burn romance built on mutual love and respect. Supporting characters who I genuinely cared about and had incredible side stories of their own. A critique of the patriarchy. Women supporting women. An adorable cat. Maybe a bit melodramatic at times but not too much. Grade A- (Netflix)

18. Start-Up: Exceptional acting, compelling storylines, intriguing plot twists, great cinematography, intense love triangle. It’s just all around high quality. Grade: A- (Netflix)

19. Run On: Cute, fun, silly and pretty light. I especially loved the supporting cast. Strange storyline but it was a fun easy ride. Grade: A- (Netflix)

20. Forbidden Marriage: This is a weird show, but weird in the best way. It’s like a comedy, horror, romance, fictional-historical. I don’t know how to describe it but it’s really fun. B+(Viki)

21. Soundtrack #1: Short and beautiful. I just loved it. No one does heart eyes better than Park Hyung-Sik. Grade: B+(Disney+)

22. Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-Joo: A bad-ass yet vulnerable female lead. The main couple just had a lot of fun together. Refreshing. Grade: B+ (Viki)

23. Doctor Slump: This show was a really nice journey of both mental health and romance. Grade: B+ (Netflix)

24. Welcome to Samdalri: Very heartwarming and beautiful story about love, family, friendship, and going home. It has quirky townspeople and Ji Chang Wook 😍 what’s not to love? Grade: B+ (Netflix)

25. My Lovely Liar: Creative and engaging premise, intriguing mystery, and a swoon worthy romance. A very fun viewing experience. Grade: B+ (Viki)

26. King the Land: This drama pretty much has no stakes or conflict and the main couple has THE MOST chemistry I have ever seen in my entire life. So if you just want to turn your brain off and be happy, this is the drama for you. I absolutely loved it. Grade: B+ (Netflix)

27.Law Cafe: This drama has so much to love, a strong/fierce/brilliant and morally righteous female lead, lovable side characters, steamy romance. But what I loved most was how the show spotlighted important issues like consent and abuse in nuanced and progressive ways. Yes it’s a fun rom-com but it felt like the beginning of a new chapter of more egalitarian storytelling which made me really excited for the future of k-dramas. Grade: B+ (Viki)

28. Not Others: A lovely Gilmore Girls type show about the relationship between an immature mother and her very mature adult daughter. It was a pleasure seeing them grow in their relationships with each other, others, and themselves. I want more! Grade B+ (Viki)

29. Cheer Up: Sports, comedy, romance, mystery, suspense, coming of age, this show had everything. The female lead was the lovable, feisty, driven, and brave. The male lead was adorkable, considerate, and sweet. It’s all very enjoyable and wholesome. Grade: B+ (Viki)

30. I Am Not A Robot: Zany premise but it was surprisingly pretty grounded for how crazy the set up was. It’s funny, emotional, good story telling. Great character development. Grade: B+ (Viki)

31. See You in My 19th Life: The shared experience of watching this mystical mystery drama week to week made it a really enjoyable watch. Not sure if it was totally satisfying, or that any of the couples’ chemistry felt authentic, but it was a very interesting and creative storyline. Grade B (Netflix)

32. Summer Strike: This show made me cry a lot. It’s heartbreaking yet healing. I’m still not sure if I liked watching it or not but it was a beautiful story of found family. Grade B (Netflix).

33. Shopping King Louie: Adorable! So many light fluffy feels for this show but it does drag a bit in the second half. Grade B (Viki)

34, Fight For My Way: Such lovable leads. Love the fierce female lead and adorable himbo male lead. It’s like a coming of age story but for 30 year olds. Storyline was ok. Second couple was skippable. Grade: B (Viki)

35. What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim: More PSJ is always a good thing. This drama did all the tropes in ways that didn’t always feel fresh, but it was very romantic and hilarious. A true classic. Grade: B (Viki)

36. Touch Your Heart: If you can just stick it out through the first few very shaky episodes, you will enjoy this adorable, fluffy, series. Grade: B- (Netflix)

37. Doom at Your Service: It was sometimes real sad yet ultimately a heart warming mystical story. Grade: B- (Viki)

38. True Beauty: Fun, cute, teen drama however, it’s a little too “antsy teen” for me. Cha Eunwoo though💜 Grade: C+ (Viki)

39. Destined With You: The chemistry between the main couple was absolutely sizzling. Rowoon was both hilarious and next level adorable. However, the plot and the characterization of women occasionally made me very frustrated. Grade: C+ (Netflix).

40. Suspicious Partner: Great story, great characters, attractive actors, beautiful romance, interesting plot, sometimes funny, sometimes suspenseful, but with 40 episodes, the plot was dragged. Grade C+ (Viki)

41. Crash Landing On You: The first half is GREAT but the second half is way too melodramatic for my taste. It’s a very interesting storyline, the main couple has insane chemistry, and there are very lovable side characters. Grade: C+ (Netflix)

42. Secret Romantic Guesthouse: First few episodes were a fun scooby gang mystery, middle episodes were super boring, last 3 episodes were crazy fast paced and thrilling. It ended well- I’ll give it that. Grade: C (Viki)

43. Dear.M: It was inoffensive and decently entertaining. If you like school dramas, you’ll probably enjoy it. Grade: C (Viki).

44. A Good Day To Be A Dog: The storyline is bonkers but very intriguing. It started off so well but the storyline lost its way in the back half. But hey, Cha Eunwoo + dogs, it’s worth the watch. Grade: C (Viki).

45. Angel’s Last Mission: Love: This drama was very similar to Doom At Your Service but it was more a bit more redundant with all of the tragedy and crying. I LOVED the chemistry of the main couple but I found myself fast forwarding a lot. Grade: C- (Viki)

46. Marry My Husband: Episodes 1-11 were phenomenal. Such an interesting premise with shocking twists and turns. After episode 11 it seemed like there were new writers who had never seen the show. Very disappointing but top tier villains. Grade: C-

47. Our Beloved Summer: I LOVED V’s “Christmas Tree” OST however I struggled to keep watching. Boring storyline but great acting. Grade: D+ (Netflix)

48. Heavenly Idol: An absolute hot mess. It was completely convoluted and just low quality but I also weirdly liked it. I can’t bring myself to rank it higher because I know how bad it was but I actually enjoyed it better than many shows I ranked ahead of it. Grade: D+ (Viki)

49. My Secret Romance: The story of a total screw up female lead falling for a manipulative, gaslighting, hottie. It was problematic yet fun? So 🤷‍♀️ Grade: D+ (Netflix)

50. My Man Is Cupid: Pros: many cute dogs, sometimes those dogs wear human clothes, cute ending. Cons: Makes no sense, not much chemistry, murder plot takes up too much time. Grade D+ (Prime).

51. She Would Never Know: As handsome as Rowoon is, I found his character problematic at the beginning (no means no buddy) but he did get a lot better as the show went on. I just ended up skipping to watch just the scenes with the main couple, which made the show way more enjoyable. Grade D (Netflix)

52. My Love From the Star: I found myself fast forwarding a lot through all the parts that didn’t involve the main couple and most of the flashbacks. Grade D (Viki)

53. Goblin: The age gap is too disturbing for me, like call the police disturbing. However, the Grim Reaper who is one of the most adorable characters I’ve ever seen. Grade: D- (Viki)

54. Extra-Ordinary You: I have never felt so betrayed by a second half of a series as I did in this one. All of the character development that it seemed to be leading to was replaced by a pretty sickening codependent relationship. Grade: D- (Viki).

Currently Watching: Wedding Impossible (I think I like it)

Dramas I’m Thinking About Watching: Gaus Electronics, Bad and Crazy, Hospital Playlist, Another Miss Oh, Oh My Venus, My Roommate is Gumiho, She Was Pretty, Crash Course in Romance, Soundtrack #2, Queen of Tears

Dramas I just couldn’t Finish (I’m sorry I tried): Today’s Webtoon, Once Upon a Small Town, Love in Contract, Hotel Del Luna, Kings Affection, Record of Youth, Behind Your Touch, Sparkling Watermelon, Tale of Nine Tailed 1938, Strong Girl Nam Soon, The Story of Park’s Marriage Contract

What are your thoughts on these shows? Do you agree or disagree with my rankings? Any k-romcom recommendations that are not on the list yet?

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The Relationship Experience - five

part of: The Boyfriend Experience universe

four.

Things continued well for the next month weeks or so. Rooster would come to your place most nights straight from work, domesticity at its finest. You’d cook, watch tv, tease each other unmercifully and you’d fuck until you fell asleep, wrapped up together until he snuck out quietly the next morning. You continued playing the same cat-and-mouse game around your friends. You knew they were starting to wise up that you were pretty much inseparable but never gave them the benefit of the doubt to arrive and leave together or be found away from the group at the same time.

You owed Natasha a lot to help throw your friends off the scent, but she couldn’t do much about you two flirting quietly together or if the longing looks you’d be swept into. Bradley Bradshaw just got more handsome every time you looked at him. It was criminal.

You were almost busted by Payback after you blew Rooster at Phoenix’s early Friendsgiving dinner in her bathroom. Having him across from you at the table was just too much, watching him laugh, drink, and relax among your friends. And not to mention his cream Henley was just a little too tight over his tanned chest and arms. You were a goner. If no one could see the heart eyes that you had for Rooster that night… well, that was on them. He watched you across the table, failing to hide his grin behind his wine glass as your foot crept against his calf. Yes, you were playing footsie and you both fucking loved it. He slouched a little in his chair, getting just a little lower to your reach. All you wanted to do was get him naked. It was just so simple.

“You can do that any time you like,” Rooster grinned like a Cheshire cat, his palms holding your chin roughly as he kissed you wildly a few moments after he’d cum. “Christ, that was incredible,” he chuckled quietly as he tucked himself back into his boxer briefs and zipped up his jeans. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I fuckin’ like it,” he kissed your neck as you turned away from him to smooth your hair that Rooster had gripped in his fist to keep from crying out while you made his dreams come true in the mirror. “I’m almost speechless.”

“And that never happens,” you taunted back at him in the mirror, watching as he left wet kisses on your jugular, his honey-coloured eyes watching you keenly in the reflection, his palms squeezing your hips and drawing your body back to his. Your knees were weak, and your eyes fluttered closed. “Bradley, I…” you tried.

“Bradley I, what?” he repeated softly, watching you intently, as he wrapped his strong arms around your waist to support you. “You smell so good,” he was a little lightheaded himself.

“I…” you tried again. The words were failing you. Fuck it.

He ceased his ministrations and raised his eyebrow gently. “You okay, sweet girl?”

I’m completely in love with you, Bradley. “I’m okay,” you turned and kissed him softly, confusing him with the change of tone after you practically devoured him moments earlier. “I’ll go out first, okay?”

He sighed, cupping your jaw. “Okay. That was amazing. Can we do that every dinner party?”

“You can repay the favour any time you like.”

“Well, don’t leave and lose your undies,” he started to move to his knees as you giggled and used your index finger to bring him back to you by the chin.

“Bradley Bradshaw,” you sighed. “Is there anything you wouldn’t do for me?”

“Anything, without hesitation,” he declared.

You kissed him. “I don’t deserve you.”

He smiled, the rose in his cheek flushing. “You deserve everything,” he kissed you again and he drew you into his strong arms. “Forgive me. I can’t keep my fuckin’ hands off you.”

“I don’t want you to let me go anyway.”

“Sure you wanna escape?”

“Everyone will be looking for us.”

"They’re gonna have to find out sometime.”

“You want them to find us with your head between my legs?”

His eyes twinkled, flooding with mischief. “I love how you think I would be embarrassed by that.”

“You’re not making this easy,” you rolled your eyes, trying not to laugh.

“Here’s a counter, at least. Meet me back here in 15 minutes and I will make you cum so hard, you’ll see stars…” he licked your top lip. “Can’t wait to taste you.”

“At ease, big boy.”

He groped his crotch, a little uncomfy. “This is on you and that…” he breathed. “This dress. It’s almost… Jesus. It’s so hot, you’re actually paining me,” he knocked the strap off your shoulder and nuzzled up your clavicle to your pulse.

“Rooster,” you dragged out, losing your fingers to his messy curls. “You need to stop.”

“Ask me again and I will, I promise,” his hands bunched into the skirt of the dress, drifting the material higher in your thighs.

“We will be caught.”

He laughed into your skin. “Still not a threat.”

You begrudgingly stepped away from him and he made grabby hands to try and lure you back to him. “I’ll go out first,” you kissed him once more as he used his thumb to wipe away some lip gloss that smudged.

“You’re thoroughly debauched. No one will believe you weren’t completely indecent in here,” Rooster grinned widely, clicking his tongue. “Maybe they will even think you were by yourself,” he groaned at the thought of you touching yourself and he swore he was hard again.

“Then leave me alone!” You hissed, slapping his hands away gently.

He held his palms up. “I give,” he promised. “Until I get you back to that apartment and you show me what’s under this… sorry, sorry excuse for a dress. Fuck, you look so good. Please get out,” he begged. “I’m hard again and I have to… not be.”

Laughing quietly, you slipped out of his arms and opened the door slowly, hoping for no one on the other side. Success, you thought about the slip back in and let know Rooster know the coast was clear.

“Hey!” Payback grinned, wandering towards you.

“Oh, hey Reuben,” you smiled, quickly slamming the door after you, hoping Rooster heard you. There was nowhere for the poor bastard to escape.

He chuckled. “You good? Look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You forced a loud laugh. “Red wine has gotten to me a bit, I suppose.”

“Ahh, I hear that,” he said, looking over your shoulder to get in behind you. “May I?”

“Umm, I think someone is in there.”

“You were just in there,” he frowned then smiled wide, his smile was phenomenal, and you found yourself distracted for a moment. Fuck, how much had you had to drink? “Maybe you are a little hammered. Want me to drop you back at your apartment or something? I don’t think you should drive,” he squeezed in as the front door rang. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

You heard the commotion at the front door as Mickey opened it for Rooster, who broadcasted his excuse of locking himself out after needing to get something from his car. You later learned he’d booked it out the bathroom window, catching a neighbour’s rose bush on the way past in the dark. He was surprised you couldn’t hear him curse a litany of profanities with it.

It’s how he got the scar on his hip he named after you.

It was jagged and deep, and he loved it.

But time was starting to run out when Rooster got a text from your sister one evening the week of Thanksgiving.

“Huh,” Rooster huffed a laugh as you brought him a glass of wine and you sat together on the couch after you’d showered from work, dinner still a while away. “Thank you, sweet girl.”

“No problem,” you cupped his face and kissed him gently. God, you loved his soft lips. He smiled against yours and showed you his phone.

“Your sister texted me…” he explained.

“Why does she have your number?”

“I’ve had this number for too many years,” he admitted with a shrug. “She and I wear friends before I wore you down,” he teased as you rolled your eyes.

“What does Annie want?”

“She asked me to Thanksgiving. Looks like I won’t have to spend it on base alone,” he murmured, teasing you. “That’s very kind of her.”

You nodded, knowing you’d have to hide your panic a bit better than this if you didn’t want anyone to know you were dating yet. “You wouldn’t have to spend it on base,” you took a seat next to him as he placed his palm on your chin and kissed you gently. “I would have invited you to our family dinner.”

But why hadn’t you? Was it just implied that he goes where you do now? Shit.

“Look at you, freaking the fuck out,” he laughed quietly. “I love it.”

“I’m not freaking out,” you stated. Of course you were.

“Sure you aren’t,” he replied, texting Annie back out loud and very much in spite of you. “‘Annie, thank you so much for the invite. That sounds great if I’m not imposing.’ Send.”

“Do you write every text out loud?” you sniped.

“Only the ones you are shitting yourself about,” he retorted. “Now,” he sipped his wine, massaging your calf. “Explain to me why you don’t want to tell your family about us. Pretend I’m an idiot.”

“What are you talking about?” you downplayed the situation and he raised an eyebrow as you sighed. “It’s only because my family are crazy and when we tell them… you’ll get it too. Engagements, weddings, babies, funerals, cemetery plots,” you exaggerated and he laughed.

“You know, if I had a family to tell, I would have told them already,” and for a guy that was orphaned at 18, he looked awfully smug about it.

Oof. That was rough. “Oh, Bradley,” you grimaced, covering your eyes, pained as he laughed a little louder. Goddamn masochist. “Rooster.”

“Baby,” he matched your tone. “Only I’m allowed to say that, by the way.”

“Okay, okay.”

“So why are you hesitating?”

“I just don’t want to tell them all yet. There’s so many of them, and I never really brought guys home to meet them unless they really meant something.”

“And I don’t really mean something?” he quirked his eyebrow. “Shit.”

“Of course you do,” you said quickly. “Please don’t put words in my mouth.”

He frowned. “Are you embarrassed by me or something?”

Aghast, you replied, “Oh, my God. No. Why – how could you ever think that?”

“Well, I’m not a bad guy. Your family knows me. I thought it would have been easier for you to introduce me as your boyfriend than some other guy.”

“Why would I have to introduce you?” you asked him. “Everyone has known you forever.”

“Do you not want to tell your family we’re together?” he asked, a little concerned. “Do you think we’re just fucking around here?” he asked, voice low.

“No, of course not,” you replied. You sipped your wine eagerly.

“We are together every night. This has been a wonderful secret, but I’m ready to yell from the rooftops that you’re mine, that we’re together. Sweetheart, your family has no idea about us.”

“Rooster, please,” you said evenly. The pressure hit hard and fast. “I get it.”

“No, you clearly don’t,” he protested. “I want this. I want you; I want us. Don’t you?” he asked warily and adjusted his posture to sit up straight.

“More than anything.”

“Then why are you hesitating?” he continued to push.

“Well,” you paused, realising how much you enjoyed this little bubble of love the two of you’d created. It was private, it was fun. “I like that it’s just us, you know?”

“The holidays are coming. Many of them. I mean, I might not be here for Christmas, it’s pretty unlikely at this point. But I’d like to spend them with you, my girlfriend… and I guess that means your family too,” he smiled easily. “If you change your mind, of course.”

It all seemed so obvious. To now, it had been so stress-free not to mention Rooster to Annie, your mother, and your grandparents. But now it seemed so confronting, a little exciting, but mostly terrifying the deal they'd make. Wait, girlfriend? “Girlfriend?” you played off coolly. Rooster grinned, knowingly. This gorgeous asshole before you was purely enjoying himself now. You hadn’t been a girlfriend for a long time. It felt strange to be referred to as one and he was thriving on it.

“What, you’re not?” he teased. “Did we have to have the conversation about how serious this was before or after you gave me your apartment key?”

“Well, that was to make sure I was safe when you left before sunrise every day.”

“True, would never want anything to happen to you,” he joshed along. But you were certainly not joking the way he was. “You’re still doing the confused face, and I don’t know why,” he retreated a little.

“I know we’re serious.”

“Good,” Rooster smiled. “Because you were acting like this was the first time you’d thought that I was your boyfriend,” he chuckled quietly. He cursed and rubbed his eyes when you only look at him. “Aw, shit. I knew it.”

“What?”

“You are still in that… how do I say this?” he smoothed his moustache and moved back to the other end of the couch that felt like it was a mile away. “You’re freakin’ out about us.”

“I’m not freaking out,” but you weren’t convincing him or yourself.

He gave a small smile. “Look, it’s okay. It’s early days. But isn’t exactly rocket science… unless I’m moving way too fast,” he realised. It was hard to admit, but he was definitely moving a lot quicker than you were. He took your foot and dragged you down the couch to him, moving you in close and perching you deliberately on his lap, forcing you to keep his gaze. “Am I going a bit too quick?”

The thing was, he wasn’t. Everything seemed to be going at the exact speed that felt comfortable for you both, yet you were hesitating. “I love being with you.”

He nodded simply. “Me too. But…” he urged. When you didn’t continue, he breathed deeply. “Okay, mature, adult conversation coming up. It’ll be painless, I swear.”

“Fuck,” you muttered, sipping again. “Okay.”

“Baby steps, I promise. I don’t want to scare you or feel like I’m forcing something in to you that you aren’t ready for,” he said softly.

“I really love every moment we spend together,” you admitted and he brightened a little.

“But we are dating, correct?”

“Correct.”

“We have an amazing time together.”

“Definitely.”

“You are very satisfied sexually.”

“Rooster,” you smacked his chest as he laughed, breaking the ice.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Also, me too,” he winked. You high-fived him. He caught your hand and held it to his heart. “I’m here every night.”

“Yes...”

“Then who am I to you?”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Pal?”

“No.”

“Fuck buddy?”

You cocked your head to the side. He muttered your name and shook his head dismally. “Baby, please!” he tried not to laugh.

“Okay,” you rolled your eyes. “No, I guess. But we’re very good in that department.”

Rooster concurred. “So, I’m not your pal,” he counted on his finger. “And I’m not your buddy… who is Bradley Bradshaw to you?”

“You’re everything,” you told him simply and he was. A fond smile crossed his face, and you thought maybe he was satisfied with your response.

“Good answer,” he admitted and reached across to kiss you. “Boyfriend doesn’t seem so big in context, huh?”

“Probably not,” you admitted as he laughed.

“God, you’re hard work,” he playfully rolled his eyes. “Come on, let me fuck you senseless to celebrate this new arrangement,” in a true feat of strength, he stood and hoofed you over his brawny shoulder as you giggled all the way to the bedroom. Was hard to argue when he laid it out like that…

“Bradley,” Viper extended his hand that Rooster willingly shook. “So glad you could join us, son.”

“Thank you, sir. Appreciate the invite as always.”

“The door is always opened,” Viper told him as he moved to hold your face and kiss your forehead. “Hi, sweetheart. Where have you been hiding lately, huh?”

“Sorry, Grandpa,” you said meekly. “Work has been busy and you know...”

“Life,” he smiled widely.

“Life,” you repeated with a nod. That works.

“Good time to get here together,” Viper said, humoured.

“We drove together, sir,” Rooster said as you gripped the sweet potatoes a little tighter.

“Oh, handy,” he said, taking Rooster inside, Viper’s hand on his shoulder, guiding him in, chatting immediately about work. You sighed and left at the doorway.

“It begins,” you muttered to yourself.

But to be honest, it was all going okay, you realised later in the day. Nana had enlisted Rooster to help her trim the tree; you had time to snuggle with your niece, Ava, all the while discreetly watching Rooster’s body moving in perfect motion as he reached, ducked and bent for decorations in those jeans that were a little less conducive to tree decorating, while your nephew Oscar had claimed Rooster as the best person going around, not helping Rooster at all but if Rooster could put up with you, he could certainly deal with an eager three-year-old.

...until dinner time.

“So, are you seeing anyone, Bradley, sweetheart?” your mother asked, mid-meal. You tried not to give him your attention and reached for a side.

“Umm, actually…” he said, looking anywhere but at you. He was trying so hard to respect your wishes that you’d tell your family today, and in your time, but you both knew the questions were starting to get more and more purposeful and detracting from them was only pushing your family closer to figuring it out themselves. “Kind of, yes.”

Dammit, Rooster.

“Oh, why didn’t you tell us?” Annie asked, the sarcasm evident in her voice, and looked directly at you. “I would have told you to invite her too.”

BRUTAL.

“Oh, that’s wonderful! Tell us about her!” your mother continued excitedly. He chewed his lip. Rooster didn’t get nervous easily, he oozed confidence and charisma and could fake it until he made it in extreme situations but right now, all allusions and aspirations to keep up appearances were almost out the window.

“Bet we do. I mean, it’s a small town, right?” Annie taunted. She said your name, demanding your attention. “You probably know her really well.”

“Why are you like this?” you asked her, she had you exactly where she wanted you.

“You know why.”

“Is it because you’re an asshole?” you muttered as Nana tutted you.

“Can the abuse wait until we’ve finished the meal?” Grandpa added. “And knock it off, Annie. Don’t upset your sister.”

“I’m not doing anything, Grandpa,” she laughed quietly as Arron nudged her to behave. “I’m sorry,” but you and everyone at the table sure as shit knew she didn’t mean it.

Silence remained for a moment, and with the pressure entirely on you, you sighed. “Fine. Okay, you win.”

Annie was almost bursting with excitement. The same could be said for Rooster beside you, although he was containing it a little better than your sister. Annie beamed. “Be our guest, the table is yours.”

You looked at Rooster and he gave you a fond smile, encouraging you. “Bradley and I are…” you started, kind of lost in his hopefulness. His eyes were so warm and reaffirmed just how in love with him you were. The arm he rested on the back of your chair moved to sweetly massage the nape of your neck. But he wasn’t going to help you. This was your news; he was just there to support you.

“You two are dating,” Annie announced before you. Groaning, your eyes dropped. If Annie was good for one thing, it was her inability to keep her trap shut.

“You’re dating?” Nana asked. It begins.

“How long has this been going on?” your mother asked, looking between you and Rooster expectedly.

“Wedding, at least!” Annie exclaimed. “I friggin’ knew it! Ma, I told you they were into each other!”

Rooster giggled quietly behind you as you put your head in your hands. “This serious?” Viper asked sternly from the end of the table and Rooster straightened up. He didn’t know who was supposed to answer so he did.

“Yessir.”

“How long?”

“It’s new. Six weeks?” you finally spoke up. “Things changed after the wedding and now we pretty much spend all our time together.”

The silence in the room was unexpected and didn’t make you feel any better about the situation. You looked at Grandpa, the only person at the table not smiling… and you’d never quite seen Grandpa like this. Not when Annie brought Arron home, not when your mother announced she was getting married again. Having Grandpa arc up was… maybe a little expected, but the look on his face took you back 20 years, cross at something from work and a storm in a teacup. Rooster gently let go of you and placed his hands in his lap. He could feel the air in the room change too.

“I don’t understand why this had to be a secret.”

Rooster looked at you pointedly.

Annie laughed. “Grandpa, it was a secret because we’re all little nuts here. You know she’s private.”

“Grandpa,” you said, ignoring Annie trying to make the situation easier in her convoluted way. “Can we talk outside?”

“I’d appreciate that,” he pushed his chair out and left the table. You felt about two inches tall as you thanked Annie again.

“Dad, give her a break. They’re young and still figuring it out,” your mother called after him. “Don’t worry, Bradley, darling. Dad is just a little protective.”

“I understand,” Rooster said softly. He took your hand gently. “You okay?”

“I’m okay,” you kissed his temple as Annie yipped with joy and you threw your hands up. “Nana, I hate to swear, but Annie, you’re an asshole. This could have been done any other time.”

“When you’re 90?” Annie challenged.

“It wouldn’t matter, because it’s still my – ours,” you stood behind Rooster and rested your hands on his shoulders. “It’s our news.”

Annie sighed across from you as your mother nodded and reprimanded your sister.

“I’m going to speak to Grandpa,” you kissed Rooster gently and he nodded. “You have full reign to savage Annie if needed.”

He laughed. “It’s okay, really. It’s all out there now. Go talk to Viper.”

You gave Annie the finger as she sighed and gave a meek apology. You wandered outside, taking a seat on the porch step where Viper was seated, staring out towards the ocean. The mid-afternoon sun was disappearing with the clouds coming in off the water. You both stayed silent for a while. You offered him your hand and he willingly took it.

“You don’t hold my hand much,” he noted. You didn’t really know what to say to that. “But I guess you’re not the baby anymore.”

“Well, there are literal and figurative babies in the family now,” you gently reminded him.

Grandpa chuckled quietly. “I suppose so.”

“Are you upset?”

“About Bradley?” he asked, patting your joined hands. “Not at all… but if there was anyone I tried to make you keep your space from… It was a Navy man.”

“You’re a Navy man,” you reminded him.

“Yeah, but I’m one of the good ones,” he teased back.

“So is Bradley,” you stood up for Rooster. Grandpa smirked. You knew he was giving you shit. “I didn’t exactly see this coming, Grandpa. It just happened.”

“I know Bradley is a good man, sweetheart. You have my blessing, not that you need it. But I feel like Bradley thinks he does. I couldn’t be happier for you. But all I could ever ask, sweetheart… you happy?”

“We are, Grandpa.”

“Do you love him?”

“I think so…” you admitted softly.

“You think so?” Viper repeated.

“Well, we haven’t... said that yet,” you admitted bashfully. He nodded, slowly.

“Do you think he loves you? Because of the way he looked at you when you made your little announcement inside? Sweetheart, he looks at you like you hung the moon. I was watching him while Nana was ordering him around the lounge room, and decorating the tree. He can’t keep his fondness off his face, darling.”

You laughed quietly, and Viper could swear, he saw the cheeky toddler who thought he was the best thing ever. was before him again. “I really need you to be okay with this.”

“What makes you think I’m not?”

“Well, you got kind of cross inside.”

“Well, I just don’t understand the secrecy. You two arrive together and pretend your just friends when it’s clear to everyone that you’re everything but?” he smiled.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Darling, it’s written all over your face how much affection you have for him. No one missed the jibes as you teased him while decorating the tree.”

You wondered how many other people knew and were just being polite if your family knew immediately. “You guys are the first people we’ve told. Aside from a few of Rooster’s teammates. This means a lot to me. I need to know you’re okay with this.”

He frowned. “You’ve never been so bothered by my opinion on your companions before.”

“Grandpa… Bradley isn’t my companion. This isn’t just a passing fling,” you looked up at the overcast sky above you, grey and stormy, while Viper remained quiet and you added, “I see my future with him.”

He hummed. “I think he sees his future with you too,” Viper conceded. “I sincerely think that Bradley is deeply in love with you. Maybe more than you realise he is.”

“I’ve never felt about anyone like I do Bradley,” you confided.

“It’s very serious, very quickly.”

“I guess so.”

“He’s not based here, sweetheart. You’re not thinking about leaving us, are you?”

“He got a transfer a few months back.”

Viper laughed. “It’s like you’ve thought of everything, huh?”

“I personally think Ice helped get the quick transition, but it’s just a hunch.”

“Sounds like Ice,” Viper sighed. “He’d do anything for Bradley with Mav still out of the picture after all these years. I’ll never forget the night Bradley came here and asked why I denied his access to the Naval Academy. He was so desperate for me to do anything to revoke Maverick’s recommendation.”

“Could you have done anything?”

“I was retired, darling. I knew I still held influence... but I surely did not hold authority. In hindsight, it was probably best for Bradley to go to university after his mother’s death. He needed to see the world without the Navy guiding him,” Viper sighed solemnly. “I know it breaks Mav’s heart that Bradley couldn’t understand it. But one day they will find common ground again, I’m sure of it.”

“Hope so, Grandpa,” but you knew the unadulterated rage Rooster still carried for Pete Mitchell and it would take hell freezing over for that to change.

“Come on, let’s not let Bradley sweat. You know I’m going to give him a hard time though? He doesn’t get to sail through anymore.”

You sighed. “Poor Bradley.”

“Yes. Poor Bradley,” Viper grinned wide. The old man was going to enjoy this.

Your mother stood beside Rooster as he washed the dishes later that evening. You’d excused yourself for baby cuddles and helping Annie put Ava to sleep. “I can see you’re deeply in love, Bradley,” she told him quietly. He looked at her and smiled kindly.

“Guess it’s pretty obvious, huh?”

Your mother laughed quietly, taking the cutlery in Rooster’s hands and drying it for him. “Very much so.”

“I’ve never felt this way before, ma’am,” he admitted for the first time aloud. “Your daughter is very special to me.”

“That’s all I need to know, sweetheart. She’s a tough cookie, but she will come around. She has been alone for a long time. The emotional stuff was never her thing. Her first broken heart is her everlasting one.”

“Her old man?” he figured, taking the dish towel and drying his hands as your mother nodded.

“Just be patient with her. She knows more than anyone she’s hard work. She doesn’t mean to be but…”

“I’ve got all the time in the world,” he replied, piling a dish carefully into the drainer.

“You’ve got such a good heart, Bradley. I’m so proud to see the man you’ve grown into… and Carole and Nick would be too. It makes me so sad that they don’t get to see the kind, charming, intelligent man you are,” your mother stopped to wipe away the single tear that fell.

Rooster pursed his lips together. He heard things like that all the time but hearing it from your mother, someone who was so close to Carole, shook him a little. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Bradley, for Christ’s sake… you’re in your 30’s. You can call me Liv,” she sighed, biting back a laugh.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said again. “Sorry… Liv,” he corrected himself, nervously.

“Take care of my baby, okay?”

“Always.”

She patted his cheek and studied him momentarily. “With the moustache, you know how much you look like your dad. He was so funny and incredibly insightful. He would have done anything for you and your mother and I see so much of that in you. But Bradley, I need you to remember something, okay?”

He stayed quiet, a little overwhelmed by your mother’s sweet words.

“You are more than your parents' legacy. You have been so blessed to have your parent’s good looks, Goose’s wit, Carole’s good heart. But they would be so proud to see you grow into the man you are today. And you are so loved. By so many. Cherish that, okay?”

Rooster remained silent. He was sure if he said something, he would probably break down. You sighed from the other side of the wall where you hid when you heard your mother speaking to Rooster.

Not that you were eavesdropping, because you were without a shadow of a doubt, but hearing her carefully constructed words and her affection for him enveloped you with such warmth.

“You’re a good man, Bradley Bradshaw. You sleep well at night knowing that, okay?” you held your heart as your mother continued. And suddenly she was before you and shook her head in a joking tutt before heading back to the living room. You poked your head in to see Rooster staring into the sink, his knuckles white as he gripped the porcelain sink.

“Are you okay?” you asked softly as he looked over his shoulder at you and stood to his height.

“Hi,” he said as you walked to him and raised your arms to hold him and you could swear you felt him shake beneath you.

“Hi,” you kissed his temple as you smoothed his hair. “She has always been more of a sister than a mom,” you told him quietly. “But when she brings out the big guns, beware, because she dropped you head first down an emotional rabbit hole.”

His body shook with laughter as he looked at you. “So that’s where you get it, huh?”

Staring into his honey eyes, you wiped away the single tear that hadn’t melted into your shirt. You pouted and nodded softly. “Guess so,” you kissed him sweetly. “You really okay?”

“So fucking good,” he admitted quietly. “Thank you for today. Best Thanksgiving in years.”

You ran your fingers through his slicked-back curls and he nestled into you. “I’m glad it’s out there now. No more pressure.”

He smirked. “Wrong.”

“Wrong?” you repeated.

“I still have to cop so much heat about banging the admiral’s granddaughter yet,” he murmured in your ear.

Breathing to steady yourself, you asked, “Wanna take me home and bang me then so you’ll feel better about it?” you offered as he nuzzled your pulse.

“I was thinking we re-visit the bathroom...” he hinted with a whisper.

“Are you fucking kidding me? It will be a cold day in hell if you try getting into my undies here, big boy.”

He cackled. “Oh, one hundred per cent,” and just like that, Rooster Bradshaw was before you again as Viper wandered in and he pounced off you. “Sir.”

“Hmm,” Viper replied drily, grabbing a bottle of wine from the bench top. “Some decorum please, Bradshaw?” he muttered, walking out as you bit back hysterical laughter at the fear that crossed Rooster’s face.

“Not even worth the joke, baby,” you kissed him and left him to finish the dishes alone.

You studied Rooster as he drove back to your apartment later that night. His gaze kept to the road but he could feel your eyes on him and he looked at you, a wary smile playing on his lips as he spoke, “What?”

“Today went really well,” you reached for his hand on the gear shift.

He nodded. “Viper hates me, but your mom and Nana love me so I hope I can be spared somehow.”

“Grandpa just wants to give you shit, you know he doesn’t mean any harm.”

“Hmm,” Rooster said with a forced grin. “I’ll bet.”

You traced the thick veins on the top of his hand and he wriggled his fingers for yours to hold. “No,” you told him, content to learn his hands, long slender fingers, the freckle on his ring finger. You’d spent plenty of time memorising the curves and ridges of his back, his chest and abs.

“Okay, weirdo,” he chuckled quietly.

“I’ve decided I’m quietly obsessed with your hands.”

“My hands,” he gave you a side glance.

“Yeah, they do some incredible things. Help fast planes go zoom,” you teased as he snorted.

“Coming from you, I’d advise you never let anyone else hear that in this town.”

You chuckled loudly. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, yeah. What else do they do?”

“They hold my hand, touch me. They make me cum,” you said mindlessly memorising their strength of them and jolted as he overcorrected the car. “Jesus, Rooster... you okay?” you grabbed his bicep to steady him.

He straightened, clearing his throat. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay,” you sat back in your seat, slightly concerned it was because of you he almost drove you off the road.

“Say that again?”

Smirking as you watched the dark road before you, you replied, “Which part?”

“You know what I’m talking about...”

Oh. “They make me cum?” you asked, your fingers walking up to this wrist, tracing over the face of his watch.

"When I least expect it, you just floor me,” he stifled a laugh.

“Someone has to keep you on your toes, right?”

“Suppose so,” he shook his head with a faint smile as he pulled into the lot of your apartment building. He shut off the engine and leaned across to kiss you. “Can I take you inside and show you what else these hands can do?”

“Bye, baby. I’ll see you tonight,” Rooster gently smoothed your hair and smiled into the kiss he placed on your forehead as you dozed. Desperate to wake and say goodbye, but also… it was so nice in bed, snuggled into his pillow, his smell all around you. “Thank you for the best Thanksgiving ever.”

You huffed a tired laugh. “Happy to bring any drama as long as it makes you smile, baby,” you couldn’t keep your eyes open. You couldn’t maintain these wake-ups and had no idea how he could do it every day without hesitation. “Have a good day. Be safe,” you yawned as he chuckled quietly into your hair.

“Go back to sleep, sleepyhead. I love you,” he said, softly before standing and leaving quietly.

Your eyes flicked open and you sat up as the front door closed. Now you were well and truly awake, sleep be damned.

six.

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